Human Touch by George Cosby

Oh this complex rush
Do you feel it flow when you hold the touch
Darling please teach me your church
Let's tile over because this humour hurts

Leave the bed unmade
And we'll start it over again
Yeah we'll start it over again

This cruel love has a ritual blush and I like it
This cruel love if I take it off I highlight it
And I will be there howling darling

Blush blush
I'm waiting on a human touch
I'm set in my ways
I'm leaving it unmade

Please I will be the only one you need
And even if it's cold under the sheets
I won't pack up and leave