Whitlams Met My Match Lyrics

Met My Match Lyrics

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 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 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 Met my match