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And when a barber cuts your hair

Her fingers dancing lightly there

Its not a touch, its not so much.

And when a woman grabs your beard

A joke she says, and you feel wierd.

Its no big deal, only appeal.

Or when a shape comes into view,

all curvy smoothe, no faults, well a few.

Thats a mate, what two relate? (or to, or too)

But when Someone says " Play with me,

Talk a lil", I want you, to see.

This you know. You will not go.

This touch is gentle, you know will harm,

a swipe so sudden it breaks your arm.

Inside you shake, are you awake?

When they are gone, the hour so empty.

You want their hand, a smile to see. It hurts so much, this simple touch.

Its not so much, this simple touch.

Its not so much, its not so much,

Its only a touch.

By Simple Simon 2004