Текст песни Whitlams - Met My Match
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 meMet my match she was pretty as a gardenGap-toothed as bright as a buttonSo tiny curled up warm in bedBig green eyes looking through meMet my matchAnd 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 stillI met my match pretty as a garden met my match bright as a buttonmet my matchLight 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 overMet my match