Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

"If you ain't ever been to the ghetto,
Don't ever come to the ghetto,
'cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto,
And stay the fuck out of the ghetto."

Gimme a lyric from a while ago that makes you think of just a period in your life, good or bad, that makes you feel that weird thing in your heart.

Feel free to name the song and the time, but don't think you gotta.

"I've seen the rains of the real world
Come forward on the plain
I've seen the Kansas of your sweet little myth
You've never seen it, no,
I'm half sick on the drinks you mixed
Through your true dreams, of Wichita."

True Dreams of Wichita, Soul Coughing