Текст песни The Whitlams - Met My Match
The Whitlams - Met My Match слова песни
Met my match she was five foot oneFace goes red bouncing up and downTakes her pleasure eyes wide openBig green eyes looking through me Met my match she was pretty as a gardenGap-toothed as bright as a buttonSo tiny curled up warm in bedBig green eyes looking through meI met my match And she`s coming `round to me and all my funny waysI`m never friendly on the phoneIt pays to remember that the boy she had before meWell he couldn`t have been perfect or she`d be with him still I met my match pretty as a gardenMet my match bright as a buttonI met my match Light the candles I`m coming overI met my match five foot one her face goes red bouncing up and downClose the curtains I`m coming overI met my matchWords: Tim FreedmanMusic: Tim Freedman, Andy LewisTim Freedman: vocal, backing vocal, pianoStevie Plunder: guitarAndy Lewis: bassStuart Eadie: drumsStevie Wishart: hurdy gurdyChris Abrahams: Hammond organ