S/Saint Chaos/Pertfect Match (feat. The Royal Republic)
Three weeks, no vibrations Make for complications Frozen on the spot and I can't make a move Come on, baby, help me now and light the fuze Melting inside at the sight of you 'Cause I can feel the heat across this room
Boom You're such a perfect match I got a pocket full of dynamite You're such a perfect match Come on, light me up You're such a burning flash I'm only waiting for you to strike You're such a perfect match Come on, light me up
On the verge of starvation Comes sweet, sweet salvation Every single drop that runs across your lips Raises every inch of me to fever pitch So hot I know I'm gonna burn my fingertips Come on, baby, hit me with your fiery kiss
Boom You're such a perfect match I got a pocket full of dynamite You're such a perfect match Come on, light me up You're such a burning flash I'm only waiting for you to strike You're such a perfect match Come on, light me up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, light me up Come on, come on, come on, come on, light me up Come on, come on, come on, come on, light me up Come on, baby, come on, baby, ooh
Boom You're such a perfect match I got a pocket full of dynamite You're such a perfect match Come on, light me up You're such a burning flash I'm only waiting for you to strike You're such a perfect match Come on, light me upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
