Reach out and touch my love It's a physical thing, woah Reach out and touch my love It's a physical thing, woah I could squish you I'm the mother, cloudy in a bottle Filled to the brim with cute aggression I'm a cone-head pining for your bone-head Your tiny earlobe Reach out and touch my love It's a physical thing, woah Reach out and touch my love It's a physical thing, woah I could squish you I'm the mother, cloudy in a bottle Filled to the brim with cute aggression Just a cone-head pining for your bone-head Your tiny earlobe That was really beautiful and very much in time Good If you ask me, but I have been strumming beats Since like three Actually don't listen to me