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 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

I'm only, only wanting contact with you



Shake 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 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

Aaah, 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, 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 contact



Tac 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