| The time I like is the rush hour, 'cause I like the rush
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| The pushing of the people — I like it ever so much
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| Such a mass of motion — I do not know where it goes
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| I move with the movement and … I have the touch
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| I’m waiting for ignition, I’m looking for a spark
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| Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
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| There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
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| Oh, do I dare … I have the touch
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| Only, only wanting contact
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| I’m only, only wanting contact
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| I’m only, only wanting contact with you
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| Shake those hands, shake those hands
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| And give me the thing I understand
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| Shake those hands, shake those hands
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| Shake hands, shake hands
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| Any social occasion, it’s hello, how do you do All those introductions, I never miss my cue
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| So before the question, so before the doubt
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| My hand moves out and … I have the touch
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| Only, only wanting contact
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| I’m only, only wanting contact
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| I’m only, only wanting contact with you
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| Shake those hands, shake those hands
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| And give me the thing I understand
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| Shake those hands, shake those hands
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| Shake hands, shake hands
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| Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
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| Try drink, food, cigarette, the tension will not ease
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| I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs
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| Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back — but nothing seems to please
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| I need contact
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| I need contact
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| Nothing seems to please
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| I need contact |