Song | Matchbox |
Artist | Adam Cohen |
Album | Like a Man |
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 doWe 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 |
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 doWe 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 |