The time I like is the rush hour, 'cause I like the rush
The pushing of the people, I like it ever so much
Such a mass of motion, I do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and I have the touchI'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 touchOnly, only wanting contact
I'm only, only wanting contact
I'm only, only wanting contact with youShake those hands, shake those hands
And give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake hands, shake hands
Any social occasion, it's "hello, how do you do"
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
So before the question, so before the doubt
My, my hand moves out and I have the touchOnly, only wanting contact
I'm only, only wanting contact
I'm only, only wanting contact with youShake those hands, shake those hands
Aaah, give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those handsPull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, the 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
Tac tac tac, tac, I need contact
Nothing seems to please, I need contactTac tac tac, tac, I need contact
Aaah, tac tac tac, I need contact
Nothing seems to please, I need contact
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, I need contact
