Matchbox Lyrics - Like A Man - Adam Cohen

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 

Im not gonna wait 

No, Im 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 

Im not gonna wait 

No, Im 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 

Im not gonna wait 

No, Im gonna call it 

I can picture us tangled our lips in a lock 

But these are just thoughts, little matchbox