Touchy Touchy Songtext
von Minerale

I keep thinking of your mum
Wish I could have been her son
There′s no reason I just can't control
Did my genetic go wrong?

Are the others? are they better? Are they better?
No the others, they can′t be better!


When you're feeling insecure
She just waves away your thoughts
You can feel it she's a bomb
When she dyes her hair in blonde

Are the others? are they better? Are they better?
No the others, they can′t be better!

I beg, I plead you to take me home
I was destined for your mum
I believe
I was destined for her

You′re touchy, touchy, touchy (4x)