All I a m is a man
I want the w orld in my h ands
I hate the b each
But I s tand in Calif ornia
with my toes in the s and
Use the sleeves on my sw eater
Let's have an ad venture
Head in the cl ouds, but my gravity's centered
Touch my n eck and I'll touch y ours
You in those l ittle high wasted sh orts
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
Nothin' that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no
'Cause it's too c old wh oa
For you h ere
And n ow
So let me h old w hoa
Both your h ands in the h oles of my sweater
And if I m ay just take your breath away
I don't mind if there's not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides our minds
So m ove to a place so far away
The goosebumps start to race
The m inute that my left hand meets your waist
And then I watched your face
Put my f inger 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
Coming down
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothin' that I wouldn't wanna tell you about,
No, no , no!
'Cause it's too cold whoa
For you h ere
And now
So let me hold whoa
Both your h ands in the h oles of my sweater
'Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here
And n ow
So let me h old w hoa
Both your h ands in the h oles of my sweater
Whoa, W hoa, Whoa, W hoa,
Whoa, w hoa...
Whoa, whoa...
Whoa, whoa...
Whoa, whoa...
Whoa, whoa...
Whoa, whoa...
Whoa, whoa...
Whoa, whoa...
'Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here
And now
So let me hold whoa
Both your h ands in the h oles of my sweater
'Cause it's too cold whoa
For you ...
And now
So let me h old w hoa
Both your h ands in the h oles of my sweater
It's too cold, it's too c old
the h oles of my sweater.
