(Morten Harket/Mags/Pal Waaktaar)

Donna found us in her slow and dreamy way

I can't hear a word the waiter says

She's looking older than the colour of her hair

She walks into the room too pleased to find me
there

Me I'm touchy

Touchy you

Me I'm touchy

And you know what to do

Me I'm touchy

Touchy, touchy you

Me I'm touchy and you know what to do

Both of us together in a room by ourselves

I sneeze to look around, byt there's no escape

What can I do, what can I say

She's waiting for this moment to explain itself.

Me I'm touchy

Touchy you

Me I'm touchy

And you know what to do

Me I'm touchy

Touchy, touchy you

Touching love is the best I can do

Hey, this time you've gone too far

You know how touchy we are

Donna found me in her slow and dreamy way

Now she reads me what the paper say

The way she laughs and what I do

I'm waiting for this moment to explain itself
through

Me I'm touchy...etc.