Met My Match Lyrics - Whitlams

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 

I 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 

I met my match