She's a Lady, She is Mine. Peter Gabriel

Oh, Brush Back your hair and let me get to know your flesh

I've been waiting here for so long

And all this time that passed me by

It doesn't seem to matter now

You stand there with your fixed expression

Casting doubt on all I have to say

Why don't you touch me, touch me

Why don't you touch me, touch me

Touch me now, now, now, now, now

Now, now, now, now, now

Now, now, now, now, now

Now, now, now, now

Now, now, now, now