Touching Me Touching You

I'm always touching myself I've got nothing else to do And when I'm touching myself I'm always thinking of you Touching me, touching you I've got nothing else to do Touching, touching you Touching, touching me Here, there and in my hair And when you touch me I'm always playing around Eyes closed, neatly occupied And when I'm playing around I think of all the things I like Touching me, touching you I've got nothing else to do Touching, touching you Touching, touching me Here, there and in my hair And when you touch me