Sweater Weather - Baxxter, Simon & DDY, Saïmon, Baxxter

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

Lets have an adventure

Head in the clouds but my gravity centred

Touch my neck and i’ll touch yours

You in those little hot waisted shortsoh

She knows what i think about

And what i think about

One love, two mouths

One love, one house

No shirts, no blouse

Just us, you find out

Nothing i really wanna tell you about no

Cos it’s too cold whoa

For you here

And now

So let me hold whoa

Both 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 your mind

So move to a place so far away

The goosebumps start race

The minute that my left hand meets your waist

And then i watched your face

Put my finger on your tongue

Cos you love to taste yeah

These hearts adore

Everyone is be hard to spoke

Inside this place is warm

Outside is ice cold

Coming down

One love, two mouths

One love, one house

No shirts, no blouse

Just us, you find out

Nothing i really wanna tell you about

No no

Cos it’s too cold whoa

For you here

And now

So let me hold whoa

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Cos it’s too cold whoa

For you here

And now

So let me hold whoa

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa.

whoa

Whoa, whoa.

cos it’s too cold whoa

For you here

And now

So let me hold whoa

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

It’s too cold whoa

For you here

And now

So let me hold whoa

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

It’s too cold, it’s too cold

The hands of my sweater