Sweater Weather:All I am is a man I want the world in my hands I hate the beach But I stand in California with my toes in the sandUse the sleeves of my sweater Let's have an adventure Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered Touch my neck and I'll touch yours You in those little high waisted shorts, ohShe knows what I think about And what I think about One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse Just us, you find out Nothing that wouldn't wanna tell you about no'Cause it's too cold whoa For you here and now So let me hold whoa Both your hands in the holes of my sweaterAnd if I may just take your breath away I don't mind if there's not much to say Sometimes the silence guides our minds to So move to a place so far awayThe goosebumps start to raise The minute that my left hand meets your waist And then I watch your face Put my finger on your tongue 'Cause you love the taste yeahThese hearts adore, Every other beat the other one beats for Inside this place is warm Outside it starts to pourComing down One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse Just us, you find out Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no no'Cause it's too cold whoa For you here And now So let me hold whoa Both your hands in the holes of my sweater'Cause it's too cold whoa For you here and now So let me hold whoa Both your hands in the holes of my sweaterWhoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa'Cause it's too cold whoa For you here and now So let me hold whoa Both your hands in the holes of my sweaterIt's too cold whoa For you here and now So let me hold whoa Both your hands in the holes of my sweaterIt's too cold, It's too cold The holes of my sweater
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