Matchmakers, matchmakers, Matchmakers, match The kind that we make Are the kind you won't touch Fires, start fires We burn up the bunch, And if you're afraid then, You're out of luck Matchmakers, matchmakers, Who said love was easy? Fire in the heart, And internally bleeding Matchmakers, matchmakers, Ignite the flames If you're afraid then Don't do the same The cowards live alone The cowards live alone The cowards live alone In their safe, matchbox homes Matchmakers, matchmakers, Have too much fun, With these dinky little matches That burn up your thumbs We don't make it easy We don't make it fair, You'll go through some matches Before you get there It's easy to light it That's the better part But keeping a fire Now that is an art