Met my match she was five foot one
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Face goes red bouncing up and down
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Takes her pleasure eyes wide open
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Big green eyes looking through me
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Met my match she was pretty as a garden
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Gap-toothed as bright as a button
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So tiny curled up warm in bed
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Big green eyes looking through me
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I met my match
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And she's coming 'round to me and all my funny ways
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I'm never friendly on the phone
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It pays to remember that the boy she had before me
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Well he couldn't have been perfect or she'd be with him still
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I met my match pretty as a garden
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Met my match bright as a button
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I met my match
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Light the candles I'm coming over
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I met my match five foot one her face goes red bouncing up and down
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Close the curtains I'm coming over
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I met my match
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Words: Tim Freedman
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Music: Tim Freedman, Andy Lewis
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Tim Freedman: vocal, backing vocal, piano
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Stevie Plunder: guitar
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Andy Lewis: bass
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Stuart Eadie: drums
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Stevie Wishart: hurdy gurdy
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Chris Abrahams: Hammond organ
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Met My Match
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| The Whitlams |
