Slaves - Sweater Weather Lyrics
All I am is a man,I want the world in my hands.Hate the beach, but I standIn California with my toes in the sand (toes in the sand).Use the sleeves off my sweater,Having an adventure,Heads in the clouds, but my gravity's centered.Touch my neck, I'll touch yours.You in those little high waisted shorts.She knows what I think about, what I think about:One love, two mouths,One love, one house.No shirts, no blouse.Just us, you find outNothing that I really wanna tell you about, no.Cause it's too cold whoaFor you hereAnd nowSo let me hold whoaBoth 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 raise,The minute that my left hand meets your waist.And then I watched your face,Put my finger on your tongue causes you love the taste, yeahThese hearts adore,All of the other beats heart is for .Inside this place is warm,Outside it starts to pour.Coming down,One love, two mouths,One love, one house,No shirt, no blouse.Just us, you find outNothing that I really wanna tell you about,No, no!Cause it's too cold whoaFor you hereAnd nowSo let me hold whoaBoth your hands in the holes of my sweaterCause it's too cold whoaFor you hereAnd nowSo let me hold whoaBoth your hands in the holes of my sweaterWhoa, whoa...Whoa, whoa... whoaWhoa, whoa...Whoa, whoa...Whoa, whoa... whoaWhoa, whoa...It's too cold whoaFor you hereAnd nowSo let me hold whoaBoth your hands in the holes of my sweaterCause it's too cold whoaFor you hereAnd nowSo let me hold whoaBoth your hands in the holes of my sweater
