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