I Have The Touch Remix

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 emotion, do not know where it Goes. I move with the movement and I have the Touch. I'm a-waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark. Any transformation and I light up in the dark. There you stand before me on that throne of That hill. Oh, do I dare? I have the touch. Only, only wanting contact. I'm only, only wanting contact. I'm only, only wanting contact With you. Shake those hands. Shake those hands. Give me the thing I understand. Shake those hands. Shake those hands. Tight Hands. Tight Hands. Any social Occasion, it's hug or party you do. All those introductions, I never miss my cue. Sorry for a question. Sorry for a doubt. My hand moves out and I have the touch. I have the touch. Only, only wanting contact. I'm only, only wanting contact. I'm only, only wanting contact With you. Shake those hands. Shake those hands. Give me the thing I understand. Shake those hands. Shake those those hands. Shake those hands. Pull My tooth, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, Hug my knees. Try drink, food, cigarette, touch and at ease. I tap my fingers, hold 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. Oh, I need contact. Yeah, Need Contact. Where, where, where, Contact? Where, Where, Contact?