Just Look, Don't Touch

Somehow the precious things end up behind the glass

Well I can read the signsI won't walk on the grass

I don't want no tunnel vision

Just want a nice collision

No maiden aunt's decision to look not touch

The Chinese dwell upon that old half empty cup

If they'd be quiet I would drink the contents up

Just let me feel abrasion

Perfect for all occasions

I'm not of that persuasion to look not touch

I got caught red-handed and got reprimanded

Now my hands are red and proud

Oh that scarlet letter makes me feel much better

Cause I stand out in a crowd.

I'll let my fingers do the walking down the trail

Cause there's so much in life that only comes in Braille

You may be quite a mobster

But if I cut the sob story

And hold hands with a lobster, just look don't touch.