Cool Touch

Sayer &alan

Tarney hanging out with the nighttime clientele place your ladder for the social climb same old routine that you know so well another opening and another line it's the cool touch yeah the cool touch call your lover on the mobile phone c'mon over we'll have some fun leave a message sayin' there's no one home

I guess the good times just begun it's the cool touch yeah the cool touch cool touch too much it's too muich too much cool touch or not enough cool touch too much too much too much cool touch it's not enough take me take me to the sky above fool me fool me with your words of love cool touch too much now she's reclined in the back of the sports car champagne and glasses he slips right in no passing stranger could've torn them two apart some games you play and you just can't help but win the cool touch yeah the cool touch cool touch too much it's too much too much cool touch it's not enough take me take me to the sky above fool me fool me with these words of love cool touch too much a wind is blowing through this get rich town she wraps the fur round her pretty waist he feels a shiver as he grips the wheel feeling strangely out of place bring me bring someone

I can trust all this glitter's just a bag of dust cool touch too much it's too much too much cool touch it's not enough

I had enough of this cool touch kids' stuff but

I can't get enough ^[1]