writers: leo 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