なんでなの!? || Why is that?!

歌詞

来る者は拒まずなのよ アウトコースいっぱい流せ
危険球みたいな男もヒラリとかわしてみせるわ
自信過剰は嫌われちゃうけど勝負の世界は真剣なのよ
女の子だってやる時はやる！期待に応えて見せるわ

だけど　あいつが苦手だ　調子が狂うわ
もういつものスイングが出来ないくらい
慣れ慣れしく笑ってバカにして　本気のストレートで来なさいよ

なんでなの!?　勝負してよ！ 本気の相手を打ち負かすから
私は毎日頑張れる　この試合に賭けてるの
なんでなの!?　的を絞ると必ず裏目の変化球
心理戦は女の武器だから負けたくないんだよ

気になるあいつが試合後　ベンチ裏で話があると
試合に勝って勝負に負け　言い訳が見つからないわ
「前から気になっていたんだけどお前のことが好きなんだ」って は？
追い込まれてからが強いわたし…のはずだけど真っ白だわ

だけど　あいつは本気だ　調子が狂うわ
もう練習なんかじゃどうにもならない
打ち返せない球もあるんだね　本気のストレートで来ないでよ

なんでなの!?　確かにそう　素振りの敵はあいつの顔だけど
バカにしたニヤケ顔がそんなに嫌じゃないのは
なんでなの!?　野球の神様　これも試練というのですか
ルールブックに書いてないことは必要ありません

なんでなの…　恋のルール　野球で例えてよ why
なんでなの…　頭の中　あいつのことばかり

帰り道の意地悪な態度もたまに優しいところも
球種が多い投手ならではなのかしら（野球バカ）
言葉だけのキャッチボールだって割と悪くないんだね
好き… 好き… 好き…

なんでなの!?　恋ってやつは盲目になると噂で聞いたけど
シャレになんない呪縛だわ　何をどうしたらいいの？
なんでなの!?　肩を叩いた「頑張れ」という言葉だけで
視界が広くなった　なんでなの？　魔球だってバッチコーイ

Romanisation

kuru mono wa kobamazu na no yo autokoosu ippai nagase
kikenkyuu mitai na otoko mo hirari to kawashite miseru wa
jishin kajou wa kirawarechau kedo shoubu no sekai wa shinken na no yo
onna no ko datte yaru toki wa yaru! kitai ni kotaete miseru wa

dakedo aitsu ga nigate da choushi ga kuruu wa
mou itsumo no suingu ga dekinai kurai
nare nareshiku waratte baka ni shite honki no sutoreeto de kinasai yo

nande na no!? shoubu shite yo! honki no aite o uchimakasu kara
watashi wa mainichi ganbareru kono shiai ni kaketeru no
nande nano!? mato o shibaru to kanarazu urame no henkakyuu
shinrisen wa onna no buki da kara maketaku nai ndayo

ki ni naru aitsu ga shiaigo benchi ura de hanashi ga aru to
shiai ni katte shoubu ni make iiwake ga mitsukaranai wa
“mae kara ki ni natte ita ndakedo omae no koto ga suki nanda” tte ha?
oikomarete kara ga tsuyoi watashi… no hazu da kedo masshiro da wa

da kedo aitsu wa honki da choushi ga kuruu wa
mou renshuu nanka ja dou ni mo naranai
uchikaesenai tama mo aru nda ne honki no sutoreeto de konaide yo

nande nano!? tashika ni sou suburi no teki wa aitsu no kao da kedo
baka ni shita niyake kao ga sonna ni iya ja nai no wa
nande nano!? yakyuu no kamisama kore mo shiren to iu no desu ka
ruurubukku ni kaitenai koto wa hitsuyou arimasen

nande na no… koi no ruuru yakyuu de tatoete yo why
nande na no… atama no naka aitsu no koto bakari

kaerimichi no ijiwaru na taido mo tama ni yasashii tokoro mo
kyuushu ga ooi toushu nara de wa na no kashira (yakyuu baka)
kotoba dake no kyacchibooru datte wari to warukunai ndane
suki… suki… suki…

nande na no!? koi tte yatsu wa moumoku ni naru to uwasa de kiita kedo
share ni nannai jubaku da wa nani o dou shitara ii no?
nande na no!? kata o tataita “ganbare” to iu kotoba dake de
shikai ga hiroku natta nande na no? makyuu datte bacchikooi

Translation

Do not reject those who come. Wash away the outside pitch.
I’ll nimbly cross by the guy who’s like a beanball.
They’ll hate me if I get cocky, but the world of competition is serious.
I’m a girl, but I’ll do what I’ve gotta do! I’ll live up to their expectations.

Still, I’m no good with that guy. He drives me crazy.
It’s so bad I can’t even do my usual swing.
He smiles like he’s my buddy and makes fun of me. Come at me with a serious fast ball!

Why is that?! Let’s have a match! I’ll defeat my rival seriously.
I can do my best every day, betting on this match.
Why is that?! When I focus, I always get an unexpected curveball.
Psychological warfare is a girly tactic, so I don’t wanna lose.

That guy’s on my mind. When we chat behind the bleachers after the game,
I win the match but lose the game. I can’t find an excuse.
“I’ve been thinking about you for a while. I like you.” Huh?
 I get stronger when I’m cornered, but I went completely blank.

But, he’s serious and now I’m out of sync.
What am I gonna do about practice now?
There are some balls you can’t send back. Don’t come at me with a serious straight ball!

Why is that?! I used his face like a target to practice my swing
but though I made fun of his grin, I didn’t really hate it.
Why is that?! O god of baseball, is this a test too?
There’s no need for things that aren’t written in the rulebook.

Why is that? Explain the rules of love like it’s baseball. Why.
Why is that? He’s the only thing in my head.

He’s unkind on the way home, but he’s sometimes kind.
I guess he’s good on all sorts of pitches, huh? (I’m such a baseball nerd.)
It’s not so bad to play catch using only words.
I like you, I like you, I like you.

Why is that?! I heard that love makes you blind
but it’s such an uncool curse. What am I meant to do?
Why is that?! With just a hand on my shoulder and a “you’ve got this,”
my field of view expanded. Why? Even if it’s a miracle ball, I’m ready!