I Have The Touch Robbie Robertson Mix / Remastered

The time I like is the rush hour 'cause 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. 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 the thing I understand. Shake those hands. Shake those hands. Shake Shake hands. Any Social occasion, it's hello, how do 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. 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. Shake those hands. 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 seems to please. I need contact. I need contact. Nothing seems to please. I need contact. Oh, I need contact. Shake Those Hands.