Red nails and high heels
She's reckless with her heart
She steals
Spends money
She doesn't earn
And sets fires just to watch 'em burn
That girl's made of matches
And she wants to light her name
Until it catches
Too close to playing around
She's gonna burn herself to the ground
Cool as ice but flammable
She's kept her pretty little hand full
Has en-fell a sacrifice
At the alter of burning your name in light
That girl's made of matches
And she wants to light her name
Until it catches
Too close to playing around
She's gonna burn herself to the ground
She likes the feel of ashes in her fingertips
But her lungs are fillin' up with smoke
Hey!
She likes the feel of ashes in her fingertips
But her lungs are fillin' up with smoke
She likes the feel of ashes in her fingertips
But her lungs are fillin' up with smoke
Fillin' ayyyyyyy...
That girl's made of matches
And she wants to light her name
Until it catches
Too close to playing around
She's gonna burn herself
That girl's made of matches
And she wants to light her name
Until it catches
Too close to playing around
She's gonna burn herself
Down!
