Touch

by Ben Webster

From the album: Count Bateman

Duration: 3:12

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Lyrics for Touch

Walking around with older guys Talking about getting drunk and high One takes her arm, says don't be shy She makes him laugh the way he lies Scaling her body with your eyes One on her back makes you cry Dangle your legs over the side Bum me a cig, I got a light Don't say too much Don't talk, just touch Don't fuck this up Go slow, don't rush Don't say too much Don't talk, just touch You'll miss the bus She grabbed her stuff All the town kids talk about The shit that would come out of her mouth Crosses her legs, sits on your calf Stealing a glance, you check her out Though she's only a foot away Staring at me, think what to say Dangle your legs over the side Bum me a cig, I got a light Don't say too much Don't talk, just touch Don't fuck this up Go slow, don't rush Don't say too much Don't talk, just touch You'll miss the bus She grabbed her stuff

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