Please Don't Touch

Can’t play pretty tunes,

my head is always messy. And I

can’t walk in a straight line

my path is always, always gritty.

And I Like to play piano,

but it’s often out of tune.

And there are Lots of

broken fingers in the

dark parts of my room

Chorus

Please don’t…touch,

Please don’t stop and stare.

Yes I Thank you for your kindness

but there’s sadness in the air.

Please don’t touch.

‘Cause it makes me jitter

And although I lost my mind sir,

I think you lost yours quicker.

Please don’t touch.

Love me tender

love me true

show your colours

black and blue,

make another cuppa

on the sofa

eating marmalade.

And I hate to cry,

no it’s forgotten,

feeling strange

and looking rotten

fighting like a soldier

over skinny jeans

and pick and mix

Please don’t…touch,

Please don’t stop and stare.

Yes I Thank you for your kindness

but there’s sadness in the air.

Please don’t touch.

‘Cause it makes me jitter

And although I lost my mind sir,

I think you lost yours quicker.

Please don’t touch.

Verse

Fickle like a fruit machine

playing with the cruise ship queen

taking all his apples

when they’re going to

play hide and seek.

Unless you feel me

please don’t break me

please don’t let the rat man take me

‘cause he thinks I’m weird,

well what’s a girl to do

Please don’t…touch,

Please don’t stop and stare.

Yes I Thank you for your kindness

but there’s sadness in the air.

Please don’t touch.

‘Cause it makes me jitter

And although I lost my mind sir,

I think you lost yours quicker.

Please don’t touch.