| Lyrics: | 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 |
