Matches (feat. Backstreet Boys)
I taste you in the air, your
Energy everywhere, uh-huh
It’s borderline unfair
You know, I can see your brain, it’s screamin’ my name, oh
And if it’s up to me, I
I need you in-between my
Midnight Egyptian sheets
You know, I can see your brain, think you feel the same, oh
Oh, if they dusted me for prints
They’d find you all over me
All you all over me
Nothing ever quite felt like this
Our fire is killing me
The good kind of killing me
Like playing with matches, matches, matches
This might leave some damage, damage, damage
Thе good kind of damage, damage, damage
Likе playing with matches, matches, matches
Like playing with matches
Like playing with matches
Playing with matches
I like the way you dress, yeah
And then how you undress, yeah
Like it here on your chest
No, there ain’t no better place to catch my breath, yeah
Oh, if they dusted me for prints
They’d find you all over me
All you all over me
Nothing ever quite felt like this
Our fire is killing me
The good kind of killing me
Like playing with matches, matches, matches
This might leave some damage, damage, damage
The good kind of damage, damage, damage
Like playing with matches, matches, matches
Like playing with
Ah, ah, ah
Want you good in the worst way
Ah, ah, ah
Want you good in the worst way
Like playing with matches, matches, matches
This might leave some damage, damage, damage
The good kind of damage, damage, damage
Like playing with matches, matches, matches
Like playing with matches
Like playing with matches
Playing with matches
Like playing with matches
Playing with matches