Whitlams 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
