We’ve been here too long tryin’ to get along
Pretending that you’re, oh, so shy
I’m a natural man doin’ all I can
My temperature [bad word]  high

Friday night no one in sight
And we got so much to share
Talkin’s fine if you got the time
I ain’t got the time to spare

Do you wanna touch?
Do you wanna touch?
Do you wanna touch me there?

Do you wanna touch?
Do you wanna touch?
Do you wanna touch me there? Where? There, yeah

Every growin’ boy needs a little joy
All you do is sit and stare
Beggin’ on my knees, baby won’t you [bad word] your fingers through’ my hair

My my my whiskey and rye
Don’t it make you feel so fine?
Right or wrong, don’t it turn you on?
Can’t you see we’re wastin’ time?

Do you wanna touch?
Do you wanna touch?
Do you wanna touch me there?

Do you wanna touch?
Do you wanna touch?
Do you wanna touch me there? Where? There, yeah