Sweater Weather by Scott Bradlee & Postmodern Jukebox from album Clubbin' With Grandpa
Duration : 3 minutes & 9 seconds.
Listener : 3317 peoples.
Played : 13322 times and counting.
Je ne suis pour une femme
Je veux la monde entre mes mains
Je déteste la plage
Mais je reste debout
Avec mes orteilles dans le sable
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 in those little high-waisted shorts
She knows what I think about
And what I think about
One love, one mouth
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just you find out
Nothin' that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no
Il fait trop froid pour toi ici
Et maintenant
Alors laisse-moi
Tenir tes mains dans
Les trous de mon pull
And if I may just take your breath away
I don't mind if there's not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides the mind to move to a place so far away
The goosebumps start to raise
The minute that my left hand meets your face
And then I touch your face
Put my finger on your tongue 'cuz you love to taste
Ces cœurs adorent
Tout le monde l'autre bat plus fort
Inside this place so warm
Outside it starts to pour
Coming down
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no
'Cause it's too cold
For you here, so now
let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
'Cause it's too cold
For you here so now
let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
The holes of my sweater
