All I am is a manI want the world in my handsI hate the beachBut I stand in CaliforniaWith my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves of my sweaterLet's have an adventureHead in the clouds but my gravity's centeredTouch my neck and I'll touch yoursYou in those little high waisted shorts, oh
She knows what I think aboutAnd what I think aboutOne love, two mouthsOne love, one houseNo shirt, no blouseJust us, you find outNothing that wouldn't wanna tell you about no
'Cause it's too coldFor you here and nowSo let me holdBoth your hands in the holes of my sweater
And if I may just take your breath awayI don't mind if there's not much to saySometimes the silence guides our minds toSo move to a place so far away
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
PS
It totally redemption for liking Blurred Lines...
I'm so sorry iphone, for buying that stupid song now...
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