Saint Chaos - Pertfect Match (feat. The Royal Republic)

Three weeks, no vibrations
Make for complications
Frozen on the spot and I can't make a move
Come on, baby, help me now and light the fuze
Melting inside at the sight of you
'Cause I can feel the heat across this room

Boom
You're such a perfect match
I got a pocket full of dynamite
You're such a perfect match
Come on, light me up
You're such a burning flash
I'm only waiting for you to strike
You're such a perfect match
Come on, light me up

On the verge of starvation
Comes sweet, sweet salvation
Every single drop that runs across your lips
Raises every inch of me to fever pitch
So hot I know I'm gonna burn my fingertips
Come on, baby, hit me with your fiery kiss

Boom
You're such a perfect match
I got a pocket full of dynamite
You're such a perfect match
Come on, light me up
You're such a burning flash
I'm only waiting for you to strike
You're such a perfect match
Come on, light me up

Come on, come on, come on, come on, light me up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, light me up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, light me up
Come on, baby, come on, baby, ooh

Boom
You're such a perfect match
I got a pocket full of dynamite
You're such a perfect match
Come on, light me up
You're such a burning flash
I'm only waiting for you to strike
You're such a perfect match
Come on, light me up