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 of my sweater

Let's 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 shirt, no blouse

Just us, you find out

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna 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

 

Whoa, whoa, whoa

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

 

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 of my sweater

Let's 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 shirt, no blouse

Just us, you find out

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no

 

'Cause it's too cold

For you here

And now, so let me hold

 

Whoa, whoa, whoa

And now, so let me hold

 

'Cause it's too cold

For you here

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater