Friday, 23 November 2007

I Have the Touch

The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush
The pushing of the people - I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and ... I have the touch

I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch

Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you

Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands, shake those hands

Any social occasion, it's hello, how do you do
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
So before a question, so before a doubt
My hand moves out and ... I have the touch

Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you

Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands

Pull my chin,
stroke my hair,
scratch my nose,
hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette,
tension will not ease

I tap my fingers,
fold my arms,
breathe in deep,
cross my legs
Shrug my shoulders,
stretch my back - but nothing seems to please

I need contact
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact

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