Song Britney Spears, Backstreet Boys - Matches

I taste you in the air
Your energy everywhere
It's borderline unfair
I can see you screaming my name
And if it's up to me
I need you in between
My Egyptian sheets
You know I can see you think the same, oh

Oh if they dusted me for prints
They'd find you all over me, all over me
Nothing ever quite felt like this
The 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

Playing with matches

I like the way you dress
And then how you undress
I can hear it 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, all over me
Never ever quite felt like this
The 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

Oh, oh, oh
Want you good in the worst way
Oh, oh, oh
Want you good in the worst way

Playing with matches
Playing with matches
Playing with matches
Playing with matches
Playing with matches
Playing with matches
Playing with matches
Playing with matches