I Have The Touch

The time I like is the rush hour, 'cause I like the rush. The pushing of the people, I like it oh 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, Wanting contact, Wanting contact with you. Shake those hands, Shake those hands. Give me the thing I understand. Shake those hands, Shake those hands. Take hands. 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, Wanting contact, 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. Shake those hands. Shake those hands. Pull my cheek, stroke my hair, Scratch my nose, hug my knees. Try drink, food, cigarette, tighten when at ease. I tap my fingers, fold my arms, Breathe in deep, cross my legs. Show my shoulders, stretch my back, But nothing's safe to please. I need contact. I need contact. Nothing's safe to please. I need contact. Oh, I need contact. Yeah, need contact. Ta-ta-ta contact. Ta-ta-ta contact. Ta-ta-ta-ta contact