The Book Club - Matchstick Song | Текст песни

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She came across the river, she came across the sand,
She came across the forest with a matchstick in her hand,
It did not light the first time, it did not light the next,
But on the third and final strike the little fucker lit the sky.

The moon it hung so pretty, the birds were in their nests,
And while we all were sleeping, she crept into our beds,
Ah just a friendly conversation, with another friendly face,
The persistance of the predator you must never underestimate.

Far,
We didn't mean to go that far,
But once we start it's hard to stop,
We didn't mean to go that far.

The moon it hung so pretty, the birds were in their nests,
And while we all were sleeping, she crept into our beds,
Ah just a friendly conversation, with another friendly face,
The persistance of the predator you must never underestimate.

Far,
We didn't mean to go that far,
But once we start it's hard to stop,
We didn't mean to go that far.

No,
We never when to say no,
Until we find we've gone too far,
We didn't mean to go that far.

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