Touch You There’s a sweet, sweet fruit, (can’t get it out of my head) and rippling waves on a waterbed. A red bottle sits and waits for your lips: that’s the way I wanna touch you. There's a velvet touch, that just might make you blush, as a flaming arrow splits the bullseye straight through. The night set afire on a razor sharp wire: that’s the way I wanna touch you. There's a blinding spark that lights up the naked dark, and something in your walk that I can’t refuse. You know that I’m caught; I surrender all thought. That’s the way I wanna touch you.