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 all so much
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Such a mass of motion, 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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Wanting contact
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I'm wanting contact
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I'm wanting contact with you
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Shake those hands, shake those hands
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Give me the thing I understand
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Shake those hands, shake those hands
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Shake those hands, shake those hands
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Any social occasion, it's hello, how do you do
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All those introductions, I never miss my cue
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So before a question, so before a doubt
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My hand moves out and, I have the touch
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Wanting contact
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I'm wanting contact
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I'm wanting contact with you
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Shake those hands, shake those hands
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Give me the thing I understand
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Shake those hands, shake those 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, 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
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