Sweater Weather

And 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 on my sweater

Lets have an adventure

Head in the clouds but my gravity centered

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

You in those little high waisted shorts

Oh, she knows what I think about

And what I think about

One love, two mouths

One love, one house

No shirts, no blouse

Just us, you find out

Nothing I really 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 sweater

Whoa, whoa, whoa

The holes of my sweater

Whoa, whoa, whoa

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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 your mind

So move to a place so far away (hm, hmm)

The goosebumps start to race

The minute that my left hand meets your waist (yeah)

And then I watch your face

Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah

These hearts adore, everyone the other beat heart is for

Inside this place is warm

Outside it starts to pour

Coming down

One love, two mouths

One love, one house

No shirts, no blouse

Just us, you find out

Nothing I really wanna tell you about, no, no, no

'Cause it's too cold, whoa

For you here (for you here) and now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Whoa, whoa, whoa

The holes of my sweater

Whoa, whoa, whoa

The holes of my sweater