Adam Cohen - Matchbox lyrics

rate me

I just want my lips to taste of you

My heart, my breath to race with you

I know this may sound out of turn

But oh how the thought of you, burns

And now I got a

Matchbox with your name and your number on it

I’m not gonna wait

No, I’m gonna call it

I can picture us tangled our lips in a lock

But these are just thoughts, little matchbox

I know your heart must be a busy port

With so many people coming back and forth

Is it foolish to feel like I do

We only spoke for a moment or two

And now I got a

Matchbox with your name and your number on it

I’m not gonna wait

No, I’m gonna call it

First we'll do coffee, then we'll small talk

I can picture us tangled our lips in a lock

In some motel room where the springs are all shot

We'll leave the door open and hope we get caught

But these are just thoughts, little matchbox

Yeah I know this may sound out of turn

But oh how the thought of you, burns

Now I got a

Matchbox with your name and your number on it

I’m not gonna wait

No, I’m gonna call it

I can picture us tangled our lips in a lock

But these are just thoughts, little matchbox