Writers: leo sayer & alan tarney



Hanging out with the nighttime clientele

Place your ladder for the social climb

Same old routine that you know so well

Another opening and another line

It's the cool touch

Yeah the cool touch



Call your lover on the mobile phone

C'mon over we'll have some fun

Leave a message sayin' there's no one home

I guess the good times just begun

It's the cool touch

Yeah the cool touch



Cool touch--too much--it's too muich

Too much--cool touch--or not enough

Cool touch--too much--too much

Too much--cool touch--it's not enough



Take me take me to the sky above

Fool me fool me with your words of love

Cool touch--too much



Now she's reclined in the back of the sports car

Champagne and glasses he slips right in

No passing stranger could've torn them two apart

Some games you play and you just can't help but win

The cool touch

Yeah the cool touch



Cool touch--too much--it's too much

Too much--cool touch--it's not enough



Take me take me to the sky above

Fool me fool me with these words of love

Cool touch--too much



A wind is blowing through this get rich town

She wraps the fur round her pretty waist

He feels a shiver as he grips the wheel

Feeling strangely out of place



Bring me bring someone i can trust

All this glitter's just a bag of dust

Cool touch--too much--it's too much

Too much--cool touch--it's not enough



I had enough of this cool touch

Kids' stuff

But i can't get enough


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