Perfect Match - Triggerfinger

And my gears start turning

It’s burning something deep inside

I’d tell you but it might hurt your pride

You’d have the feeling that you did something wrong

Bona fide

Floating in frivolity

There’s something in there with a study beat

Steaming up an electric storm

All night, side by side

Oh Baby, I have to admit

I wrap my head around the falvor of it

You’re giving me an itch I can scratch

It’s the perfect match (Yeah, it’s swell)

Too hot to keep it locked inside

I’d tell you but you might run and hide

Because the figures are set and drawn

Left and right

Nothing beats reality

There’s something in there with a study beat

Getting ready to perform

All night, nationwide

Oh Baby, I have to admit

I wrap my head around the falvor of it

You’re giving me an itch I can scratch

It’s the perfect match

Flip a coin, flip a coin, flip a coin

When it’s in the air you’ll know

Flip a coin, flip a coin, when it’s in the air you’ll know which side you want

it to go

Oh Baby, I have to admit

I wrap my head around the falvor of it

You’re giving me an itch I can scratch

It’s the perfect match

Baby, this is no time to quit

I wrap my head around the falvor of it

You’re giving me an itch I can scratch

It’s the perfect match