All I am is a manI want the world in my handsI hate the beachBut I stand in California with my toes in the sand
Touch my neck, and I'll touch yoursYou in those little high waisted shorts, oh james harris - sweater weather | lyrics
'Cause it's too cold for you hereAnd now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater All I am is a manI want the
It's too cold for you hereAnd now so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater 'cause you love the taste
The goose bumps start to raiseThe minute that my left hand meets your waistAnd then I watch your facePut my finger on your tongue, 'cause you love the taste, yeah
Coming downOne love, two mouthsOne love, one houseNo shirt, no blouseJust us, you'll find outNothing that I wouldn't want to tell you about, noThe holes of my sweater