Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Matchbook , by - Ian Moss. Release date: 31.08.1989
Song language: English
Matchbook |
| Once I knew a younger man |
| Travelling alone |
| He had nothin' in his pocket but a matchbook, baby |
| All the world was older then |
| With money spare to burn |
| There was nothin' in his pocket but a matchbook |
| Now he’s gone, gone, gone |
| Lookin' out my window now |
| Depression has returned |
| Beggerman, thief is the new look baby |
| With a pocketful of nothin' but a matchbook |
| Yeah things roll on and on |
| The King is on the radio |
| Singin' «Don't be Cruel» |
| The girls down on the corner makin' money after school |
| Your hear them say that love’s okay |
| But when the passion dies |
| You got nothin' in your pocket but a matchbook, baby |
| Fool, fool, fool |
| I needed more than daily bread |
| And midnight robbery |
| The empty heart of a hot look ain’t no mystery |
| I don’t know what lies ahead |
| But you’ve been good to me |
| You’ve been colouring in my sketchbook |
| And I’m fine, fine, fine |
| I had nothin' in my pocket but a matchbook |
| Now you’re mine, mine, mine |