Touch
What's wrong with touching?
Lips together hands caressing skin
What's wrong with just kissing?
Bodies together heat in breaths on our..
'Coz I think we've gone too far now
Can we please stop and turn the clock a little back now
'Coz it seems we're slipping too damn slack now
Watching porn instead of hot hands rubbing on backs now
We're sending fake arse facebook pokes and hugs
Simulated sex and we're forgetting how to make real love
No more secret meetings under trees in spring time
Just an 'X' at the end of an MSN like that's a real sign
I wanna see unbuttoned shirts to knickers
Circling chests with the tips of your fingers
I want hands on
Lips on
Heat on
Eyes to eyes 'coz that's the single biggest turn on
I wanna turn off the TV
Because believe me
I am not turned on by DVDs
Of over greased men on girls on stilletto heel
Sofas bent over the bed
Giving head
Two shouts and no sweat
No
I want you to see me
I want you to feel me
I wanna spend a day with you sweet day dream
And I wanna hear you screaming softly for more
Not all this bitch style be my whore
'Coz I am bored of MTV thug style sessions that's gone
I wanna bring back lessons in caressing and turn ons
Make us understand the song that bodies can sing
To bring you to your knees just tickling
I wanna whisper in your ears in French
I wanna breath in your smell like a flowers first scent
Je veux caresser tes hanches, t'embrasser avec langues
Je veux sentir tes touches comme on peut casser le temps
Je te veut sous mes hanches sans un son en silence
Sip in your eyes like a sweet summer time song
I wanna make you smile just speaking
Tell you things that make even the machoest man weep
And if I am tied up, you can untie those knots
Shatter time for a slow whine and a bed post stomp
So we can stop
For a minute
Then lie back, fill up a bath and lie in it
Under bubbles and water massaging our skin
I wanna close my eyes, sigh and drift away sleeping
In my dreams I wanna remember the days
Before technology tease took the real thing away
Bring back breezes and seas
I want beaches and trees
I wanna lie back in leaves
Get my back scratched by branches and please
Bring back those basic treats
Like oil on your back
Make your muscles feel sweet
I want two claps
Stand up for a standing ovation
To the people still cooking up creating temptation
And I want strawberries fed to me four days a week
Weak at the knees at the place where you're placing that cream
I want shaded benches and three hour hugs
Slow songs brought back at the end of every night club
I want to see couples grind hard on the dancefloor
Not puking in toilets and starting fights at closed doors
I want more than backstreet porn
Like kissing and touching and love from the very day that we're born
Real hippie time sixties and make love not war
Not just trends on Top Shop t-shirts to be worn
I want warm
Not luke warm
Or cold
I want heated hugs less stress and more respect for the old
Don't want milions of people alone
Sitting bored on their own
Not being touched for a year just wanting one hand to hold
I wanna roll back time
Smash webs and texting
See people holding hands stroking skin and listening
I just wanna answer the question I asked the very beginning
I mean
What's wrong with kissing?
Lips together hands caressing skin
What's wrong with just touching?
Bodies together, heat in breaths on our...
'Coz I think we've gone too far now
Can we please stop and turn the clock a little back now?
'Coz it seems we're slipping too damn slack now
Watching porn instead of holding hands and rubbing each others backs now