Met my match lyrics

Artist  : Whitlams 
Song : Met my match
 
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 button So tiny curled up warm in bed
Big green eyes looking through me 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 button 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 Met my match