Don't Touch
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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He was driving down 14th Street in a ’67 Ford
I said, “Hi, you won’t remember me,
But we met some time ago”
And he said, “No, no, no, no, no, ]
Don’t touch me, please just go away ]
No, no, no, no, no, ]
Don’t talk to me, I’ve got nothing to say ]
To you ] (Chorus)
I have builded him an altar right above my stereo
With a couple of picks, a lock of hair, and an autographed photo
Well, I know his lyrics off by heart
And I sing them every day
(Chorus)
I have read a fiery gospel ‘bout his meteoric rise
Due to his performing miracles and the colour of his eyes
Well, I smoke his brand of cigarettes
And I wear his kind of clothes
(Chorus)
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