The time I like is the rush hour, 'cause I like the rush
Such a mass of motion, I do not know where it goes
The pushing of the people, I like it ever so much
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
Shake those hands, shake those hands And give me the thing I understand
I'm only, only wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands Shake hands, shake hands
So before the question, so before the doubt
Any social occasion, it's "hello, how do you do"
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
My, 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
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Aaah, give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, the tension will not ease
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back, but nothing seems to please
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs I need contact
I need contact
Nothing seems to please, I need contact
Tac tac tac, tac, I need contact Nothing seems to please, I need contact
Tac tac tac, tac, I need contact
Nothing seems to please, I need contact
Aaah, tac tac tac, I need contact
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, I need contact.
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