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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 Letras de canciones 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 From Letras Mania