Sweater Weather

Capo on 3rd Fret

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

Let's have an

adventure

Head in the

clouds

but my gravity's

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

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 race

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 beat hard is 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

Nothing

I really wanna tell you about

No

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

(C,Am,Em,G)

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

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

It's too

cold,

it's too cold

The

hands of my sweater