Stormy Weather

All I am is a man
 I want this 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
 Lets have an adventure
 Head in the clouds but my gravity centred 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 shirts, no blouse
 Just us, you find out
 Nothing I really wanna tell you about no Cause 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 to raise
 The minute that my left hand meets your waist
 And then I watched your face
 Put my finger on your tongue
 Cause you love to taste yeah
 These hearts adore
 Everyone the other beats hard for
 Inside this place is warm
 Outside it starts to pour
 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
 Cause it's too cold whoa
 For you here
 And now
 So let me hold whoa
 Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
 Cause 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...
 Cause 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 holes of my sweater...