Matchmakers

Matchmakers, matchmakers, matchmakers, match
The kind that we make are the kind you won’t touch
Fires, start fires, we burn up the bunch
And if you’re afraid then you’re out of luck
Matchmakers, matchmakers, you said love was easy
Fire in the heart and internally bleeding
Matchmakers, matchmakers, ignite the flames and
If you’re afraid then don’t do the same
The cowards live alone
The cowards live alone
The cowards live alone in their safe matchbox homes
Matchmakers, matchmakers, have too much fun
With these sticky little matches that burn up your thumbs
We don’t make it easy, we don’t make it fair
You’ll go through some matches before you get there
It’s easy to light it
That’s the better part
But keeping the fire
Now that is an art