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