I Have The Touch Robbie Robertson Mix

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 a-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. Only, only wanting contact. I'm only, only wanting contact. I'm only, only wanting contact with you. Shake those hands. Shake those hands. A-gimme the thing I understand. Shake those hands. Shake those hands. Shake hands. Shake hands. Any Social occasion is 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. Your actions talk as the naked men with nothing Up their sleeve. The words you use can devastate, Can decoy and deceive. Talk to me with flesh and blood, Trust what I receive. The moment I believe is 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. Gimme the thing I understand. Shake those hands. Shake Those hands. Shake those hands. Shake those hands. Shake those hands. Shake those hands. Shake those hands. Shake Shake those hands. Shake those hands. Shake those hands. Rub stroke my hair, scratch my nose, Hug my knees. Try drink, food, and 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 seemed to please. I need contact. I need contact. Nothing seemed to please. I need contact. Oh, I need contact. Yeah, I need contact. Shake those hands. Contact, I contact. Shake those hands. Contact, I contact. Shake those hands. Contact, I need contact. Shake Those Hands.