Britney Spears – Matches (feat. Backstreet Boys)
Year: 2020
Lyrics:
I taste you in the air
Your energy everywhere, uh uh
It’s borderline unfair
You know, I can see your brain, it’s screaming my name oh
And if it’s up to me, I’d
I’d meet you in between
My midnight Egyptian sheets
You know, I can see your brain, think you feel the same, oh
Oh, if they dusted me for prints
They’d find you all over me
All you all over me
Nothing ever quite felt like this
Our fire is killing me
The good kind of killing me
Like playing with matches, matches, matches
This might leave some damage, damage, damage
The good kind of damage, damage, damage
Like playing with matches, matches, matches
Like playing with matches
Like playing with matches
Playing with matches
I like the way you dress, yeah
And then how you undress, yeah
Like it here on your chest
No, there ain’t no better place to catch my breath, yeah
Oh, if they dusted me for prints
They’d find you all over me
Are you all over me?
Nothing ever quite felt like this
Our fire is killing me
The good kind of killing me
Like playing with matches, matches, matches
This might leave some damage, damage, damage
The good kind of damage, damage, damage
Like playing with matches, matches, matches
Like playing with
Ah, ah, ah
Want you good in the worst way
Ah, ah, ah
Want you good in the worst way
Like playing with matches, matches, matches
This might leave some damage, damage, damage
The good kind of damage, damage, damage
Like playing with matches, matches, matches
Like playing with matches
Like playing with matches
Playing with matches
Like playing with matches
Playing with matches