Escrita por Malcolm Young, Angus Young & Bon Scott
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bottles on the floor Room is spinnin round You Ask for more Me I’m ‘bout to drown Trying to find the light Searching for the switch Might as well be a dead man Lying in a ditch Texas road miles cross my eyes Way I feel come as no surprise Ask what you want just to suck you in Now I’m being sucked on, it’s a sin Promise you everything Down on my bended knees Devil and old man jack Put a spell on me Feels like a touch A touch too much Feels like a touch A touch too much
Very next day The telephone rang She’s said she’s all alone Wanna prove you’re a man Well how could I say no I was up and on my way I knew the ball game She wanted to play Oh that woman She was in control Bruised my body made a mess of my soul You never know what happened to me Made me as happy as a man could be I had a touch A touch too much She had a touch A touch too much A man can be happy A man can be sad She gave me everything I never had She had a touch A touch too much
You never know what happened to me Made me as happy as a man can be I had a touch A touch too much She had a touch A touch too much A man can be happy A man can be sad She gave me everything I never had She had a touch A touch too much
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