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
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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
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