Three on a match lyrics
by Paul Whiteman



Three on a match
Is sure unlucky for me
Our affair has been a riddle since
We're three

Three on a match
Upsets our sweet harmony
Someone's playing second fiddle
Maybe me

I seem to find
A brand new vim and vigour
In her good night kiss

I'm not blind
And so I figure
New lips taught her this

Three on a match
Who can that third party be
I am superstitious of a match
For three



Thanks to Rena-Marie Kyler for her transcription