THE WHITLAMS - MET MY MATCH lyrics

rate me

Met my match she was five foot one

Face goes red bouncing up and down

Takes her pleasure eyes wide open

Big green eyes looking through me

Met my match she was pretty as a garden

Gap-toothed as bright as a button

So tiny curled up warm in bed

Big green eyes looking through me

I met my match

And she's coming 'round to me and all my funny ways

I'm never friendly on the phone

It pays to remember that the boy she had before me

Well he couldn't have been perfect or she'd be with him still

I met my match pretty as a garden

Met my match bright as a button

I met my match

Light the candles I'm coming over

I met my match five foot one her face goes red bouncing up and down

Close the curtains I'm coming over

I met my match

Words: Tim Freedman

Music: Tim Freedman, Andy Lewis

Tim Freedman: vocal, backing vocal, piano

Stevie Plunder: guitar

Andy Lewis: bass

Stuart Eadie: drums

Stevie Wishart: hurdy gurdy

Chris Abrahams: Hammond organ