Things I Like To Touch

I like the feel of sand between my fingers
And rough bark on giant redwood trees
The warmth of late sunlight as it lingers
And my face, communin’ with the breeze, yeah

I got a tactile fascination
Not a cerebral sort as such
And these are just a few
Things I like to touch, baby
Besides you
Besides you

My morning coffee with my two lips
And bath water, when it’s really hot
Smooth stockings sliding up my cool hips
And clean sheets, with everything I got

I got a tactile fascination
Not a cerebral sort as such
And these are just a few
Things I like to touch, baby
Besides you
Besides you

No difficult symbolism
Not much to dig out
Just what I’m saying’s
All this song’s about

I like to touch the sunrise with my spirit
And good looking boys with my eyes
The hearts and the minds of those who’ll hear it
And just every second as it flies

I got a tactile fascination
Not a cerebral sort as such
And these are just a few
Things I like to touch, baby
Besides you
Besides you
Besides your nose
And your toes
And one or two things in between

Words & Music: Jill Freeman