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CmAnd all I am is a man I want the wGmorld in my Chands I hate the bCmeach But I stand in CaliGmfornia with my toes in the Csand Use the sleeves of my swEbeater Let's have an aCmdventure Head in the cGmlouds but my gravity Ccentered Touch my nEbeck and I'll touch Cmyours You in those lGmittle high waisted sChorts, oh
Oh, sEbhe knows what I think about CmAnd what I think about GmOne love, two mouths COne love, one house EbNo shirt, no blouse CmJust us, you find out GmNothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, Cno
Eb'Cause it's too Cmcold For you heGmre AndC now, so Eblet mCme hold Both your haGmnds in the Choles of my sweater
CmAnd if I may just take your breath away I don't mind if there's not much to say GmSometimes the silence guides a mind CTo move to a place so far away CmThe goosebumps start to raise The minute that my left hand meets your waist GmAnd then I watch your face CPut my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah CmThese hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for GmInside this place is warm COutside it starts to pour
EbComing down CmOne love, two mouths GmOne love, one house CNo shirt, no blouse CmJust us, you find out GmNothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, Cno
'Cause it's too cEbold 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 Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa 'Cause it's too cold For you here And now, so let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater It's too cold For you here And now, let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater And it's too cold, it's too cold The hands of my sweater