Sweater Weather

Lyrics

[Intro: MAX & Alyson Stoner] 'Cause it's too cold for you here, now So let me hold both your hands In the holes of my sweater [Verse 1: MAX & Alyson Stoner] 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 Me in my little high-waisted shorts, oh [Pre-Chorus: MAX & Alyson Stoner] You know 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 that I wouldn't wanna tell ya 'bout, no [Chorus: MAX & Alyson Stoner] 'Cause it's too cold for you here And now, so let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater [Verse 2: Alyson Stoner & MAX] 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 mind So move to a place so far away, yeah 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 These hearts adore Everyone the other beats hardest for Inside this place is warm Outside it starts to pour [Pre-Chorus: MAX & Alyson Stoner] Comin' down One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse Just us, you find out Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell ya 'bout No, no, no [Chorus: MAX & Alyson Stoner] 'Cause it's too cold for you here And now, so let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater 'Cause it's too cold for you here And now, so let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater [Bridge: MAX & Alyson Stoner] Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah, woah (The holes of my sweater) Woah, woah, woah, woah (The holes of my sweater) [Chorus: MAX & Alyson Stoner] 'Cause it's too cold for you here And now, so let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater 'Cause it's too cold for you here And now, so let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater