And all I am is a man
I want the world in the palm of my hands
I hate the beach
But here I stand in California with my toes in the sand
Now put your hands in 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
So now, 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 ain't much to say
Sometimes the silence guides a mind
To move to a place so far away
The goosebumps start to raise
Every minute that my hand meets your waist
And then I watch 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
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
So now, let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
Cold
For you here
So now, let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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