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