Ready, go.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
And 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 of my sweater.
Let's have an adventure.
Head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered.
Touch my neck, and I'll touch yours.
You and those little high-waisted shorts.
Cause it's too cold for you here and now.
So let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater.
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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,
we're moved to a place so far away.
The goosebumps start to raise,
the minute that my left hand meets your waist.
And then I watch your face,
put my finger on your tongue,
cause you love the taste,
yeah.
Oh, oh,
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It's too cold
for you here and now,
so let me hold
both your
hands in the holes of my sweater.
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
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you broke
both holes of my sweater.