No Touch

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Adam Tinkle

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You were checking me out in the second row
You were fine, didn't mind all the things to know (hang)
All the stipulations in my situation, you pushed through
Like you can't be my one and only
I'm full up and you look lonely
Still I waited by the phone, breath baited for a message from you

Your addictive conversation
Your electric invitations
On the borders of my patience
And the no-touch torture of tapping my thumbs blue
You wear the scars of the cards that life has dealt to you
I wanna hold ya and tell ya, the ice is gonna melt for you
There's a flood of inspiration with every rendezvous
And I'm letting my imagination
Getting away with getting away with you
Is this the no-touch torture that Eve in the orchard knew?

Now we're sharing the bench in the second row
And your blowing me up with this video
And your words like messenger birds, I bathe in the glow
But you wear the scars of the cards that life has dealt to you
So I can't hold ya and tell ya, the ice is gonna melt
For you

Now you blow me up with a song you love
This one it fits and hits like a boxing glove
The road to hell is paved in sweetly intentioned
Things you thought you'd mention to me

But can I use you for inspiration
Write a song that mentions you
Will you excuse my visualization
Maybe no-touch torture means
Being cordial with you

Now you blow me up with another photograph
Will this one make me wince or make laugh
The road to hell is paved in sweetly intentioned
Things you thought you'd mention to me

But can I just use you for the inspiration
Write a song that's only half true
Will you excuse letting my imagination
Getting away with getting away with you
Maybe no-touch torture means being cordial with you
You bear the scars of the cards that life has dealt to you
So nobody can hold you and make the ice go and melt in you

But can I at least take the inspiration
Write a song, long as I send it to you
Broken link, maybe I'll mend it
Don't let me batter your door down, defend it
Will you excuse letting my imagination
Getting away with getting away with you
It's no-touch torture being cordial with you
It's no-touch torture being cordial with you

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