Don't Wanna Touch It (The Incubus)

I think I'm high And I don't wanna touch it No, I don't wanna touch it No, don't wanna touch it Oh sure Once more I'm using two fingers So you can see Holding it careful Right in front of me Thick little body Pretty little thing One hand below it One near the ring Don't look at me Like you don't know Why every time I pull It starts putting on a show Little bit closer Right to my lips Keep both hands steady Don't let it slip I know what you're thinking Stop it Okay Don't stop it I think I'm high And I don't wanna touch it No, I don't wanna touch it No, don't wanna touch it But it's sitting right there And I kinda wanna— Nope Don't wanna touch it I like the way it bubbles When I get involved Every little problem Suddenly gets solved I think I'm high And I don't wanna touch it Oh sure Once more Long little neck With a mouth on top I swear I'm behaving Mostly Probably not Fog in the chamber We're getting warm Whole damn apparatus Performing its form I hold it sideways Then upright again Two fingers showing Purely for my friends Easy now Careful Don't make a mess The prettier the glass The harder to resist Put your lips— On the mouthpiece Take puff, take drag T.H.C in a bag Then back to the shaft and **** again? I think I'm high And I don't wanna touch it No, I don't wanna touch it No, don't wanna touch it But it's sitting right there And I kinda wanna— Nope Don't wanna touch it I like the way it bubbles When I get involved Every little problem Suddenly gets solved I think I'm high And I don't wanna touch it Fine Once more Hold it Don't squeeze it You're gonna break the glass Slow down Be gentle Why are you breathing so fast? It's just a little piece With a funny little shape A stem A bowl A chamber And absolutely no mistakes Two fingers One mouth Glass between the two And somehow everybody here Thinks I'm talking about my **** Touch it Don't touch it Hold it Put it down Pick it back up Pass it around Look at the glass Look at the stem Look at me saying "Never again" Again I think I'm high And I don't wanna touch it No, I don't wanna touch it No, don't wanna touch it But it fits in my hand Like it knows what I like And every little bubble Makes me stay for the night I think I'm high And I don't wanna touch it No, I don't wanna touch it I'm using two fingers So you can see Kissing it in-appropriate-ly Hot How I'm gripping this This thing I'm freakin' ...high.