Adam Cohen - Matchbox
I just want my lips to taste of youMy heart, my breath to race with youI know this may sound out of turnBut oh how the thought of you, burnsAnd now I got aMatchbox with your name and your number on itI'm not gonna waitNo, I'm gonna call itI can picture us tangled our lips in a lockBut these are just thoughts, little matchboxI know your heart must be a busy portWith so many people coming back and forthIs it foolish to feel like I doWe only spoke for a moment or twoAnd now I got aMatchbox with your name and your number on itI'm not gonna waitNo, I'm gonna call itFirst we'll do coffee, then we'll small talkI can picture us tangled our lips in a lockIn some motel room where the springs are all shotWe'll leave the door open and hope we get caughtBut these are just thoughts, little matchboxYeah I know this may sound out of turnBut oh how the thought of you, burnsNow I got aMatchbox with your name and your number on itI'm not gonna waitNo, I'm gonna call itI can picture us tangled our lips in a lockBut these are just thoughts, little matchbox
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