Made Of Matches (TV Version)

Aw, oh-oh Red nails, high heels She's reckless with the hearts she steals Spends money, she doesn't earn And sets fires just to watch 'em burn That girl is made of matches And she wants to light her name until it catches Too close to be playin' around She's gonna burn herself to the ground Cool as ice, but flammable She's kept her pretty little hands full Hasn't felt, the sacrifice At the altar of burnin' your name in lights That girl is made of matches And she wants to light her name until it catches Too close to be playin' around So she's gonna burn herself to the ground She likes the feel of ashes between her fingertips But her lungs are fillin' up with smoke, hey She likes the feel of ashes between her fingertips But her lungs are fillin' up with smoke She likes the feel of ashes between her fingertips But her lungs are fillin' up with smoke (feeling nice) That girl is made of matches And she wants to light her name until it catches Too close to be playin' around She's gonna burn herself That girl is made of matches And she wants to light her name until it catches Too close to be playin' around She's gonna burn herself down