Sweater Weather
All I am,
- 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 sand.
- Use 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.
- She 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 we don't want to tell you about, no.
- Cause it's too cold,
- For you here,
- And now so let me hold
- Both your hands in,
- The holes of my sweater.
- And 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 move to a place so far away.
- The 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, yeah.
- These hearts adore,
- Every one the other beats hard is for.
- Inside this place it's warm,
- Outside it starts to pour.
- Coming down,
- One love, two mouths.
- One love, one house.
- No shirt, no blouse.
- Just us, you find out.
- Nothing that we don't want to tell you about
- No no no
- Cause it's too cold,
- For you here,
- And now so let me hold
- Both your hands in,
- The holes of my sweater.
- Cause it's too cold,
- For you here,
- And now so let me hold
- Both your hands in,
- The holes of my sweater.
- Cause it's too cold,
- For you here,
- And now so let me hold
- Both your hands in,
- The holes of my sweater.
- Cause it's too cold,
- For you here,
- And now so let me hold
- Both your hands in,
- The holes of my sweater.
- It's too cold, it's too cold
- Hand her my sweater
Komen 1
I like you sing and your voice so clear