Used an old Sears Silvertone children's guitar. Recorded in a living room on Seneca Turnpike in Syracuse, NY.
Lyrics
Never been much for falling in love
Never been much for that personal touch
Never seem to keep one baby at a time
Never seem to keep my hands away from that stuff
Maybe you know what I’m talking about
Maybe you, you’re just like me
Gotta touch that stuff, kiss those lips, you gotta rip at those chains, you gotta sensor out the pain, You gotta kiss those lips, you gotta just touch that stuff, you gotta sensor out the pain, babe you gotta rip at those chains
Never been much for falling in love
Never been much for that personal touch
Never seem to keep one baby at a time
Never seem to keep my hands from that stuff
Maybe you know what I’m talking about
Maybe you, you’re just like me
Gotta touch that stuff, you gotta kiss those lips, you gotta rip those chains, you gotta sensor out the pain
You gotta touch that stuff, you gotta kiss those lips, you gotta rip at those chains, babe you gotta sensor out the pain, you gotta kiss those lips, you gotta rip/those chains, you gotta sensor out the pain