Songtexte Stormy Weather - Edgar Oceransky , Tarang Nagi

All I am is a man
I want this 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
Lets have an adventure
Head in the clouds but my gravity centred Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
You in those little high waisted shorts
Oh She knows what I think about
And what I think about
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirts, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing I really wanna tell you about no Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here And now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
And if I may just take your breath away
I don't mind if there's not much to say Sometimes the silence
Guides your mind
So move to a place so far away
The goosebumps start to raise
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
And then I watched your face
Put my finger on your tongue
Cause you love to taste yeah
These hearts adore
Everyone the other beats hard for
Inside this place is warm
Outside it starts to pour
Coming down One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirts, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing I really wanna tell you about
No no
Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here
And now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here
And now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
Whoa, whoa... Whoa, whoa...
Whoa Whoa, whoa...
Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here
And now
So let me hold
Whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater It's too cold whoa
For you here
And now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater It's too cold, it's too cold The holes of my sweater...