The Whitlams - 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 bu*ton So tiny curled up warm in bed Big green eyes looking through me I 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 bu*ton I 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 I met my match Words: Tim Freedman Music: Tim Freedman, Andy Lewis Tim Freedman: vocal, backing vocal, piano Stevie Plunder: guitar Andy Lewis: ba** Stuart Eadie: drums Stevie Wishart: hurdy gurdy Chris Abrahams: Hammond organ