Touching Me Touching You

I'm always touching myself

I've got nothing else to do

And when I'm touching myself

I'm always thinking of you

Touching me, touching you

I've got nothing else to do

Touching, touching you

Touching, touching me

Here, there and in my hair

And when you touch me

I'm always playing around

Eyes closed, neatly occupied

And when I'm playing around

I think of all the things I like

Touching me, touching you

I've got nothing else to do

Touching, touching you

Touching, touching me

Here, there and in my hair

And when you touch me