文本歌词

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