« Donna found us in her slow and dreamy way I can't hear a word the waiter says She's looking older now...the color 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, but 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 papers say The way she laughs at what I do I'm waiting for this moment to explain itself through