Matchbox (Cohen Adam)

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 do We 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