Sweater Weather Slaves (USA)
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[Verse 1]
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, have an adventure
Head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered
Touch my neck, I'll touch yours
You in those little high waisted shorts
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, 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 I really wanna tell you about, no
[Chorus]
'Cause it's too cold for you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
[Verse 2]
Let me just take your breath away
I don't mind if there's not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides your mind
To move to a place so far away
The goosebumps start to race
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
And then I watched your face
Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah
These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for
Inside this place is warm, outside it starts to pour
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, have an adventure
Head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered
Touch my neck, I'll touch yours
You in those little high waisted shorts
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, 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 I really wanna tell you about, no
[Chorus]
'Cause it's too cold for you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
[Verse 2]
Let me just take your breath away
I don't mind if there's not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides your mind
To move to a place so far away
The goosebumps start to race
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
And then I watched your face
Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah
These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for
Inside this place is warm, outside it starts to pour
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