James Harris - Sweater Weather | Lyrics Site

Whoa, whoa, the holes of my sweaterWhoa, whoa, the holes of my sweaterWhoa, whoa, the holes of my sweaterWhoa, whoa, the holes of my sweater

Coming downOne love, two mouthsOne love, one houseNo shirt, no blouseJust us, you'll find outNothing that I wouldn't want to tell you about, no, no, no, no, no

'Cause it's too cold for you hereAnd now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater james harris - sweater weather | lyrics

She knows what I think aboutAnd what I think aboutOne love, two mouthsOne love, one houseNo shirt, no blouseJust us, you'll find outNothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no(Tell you about, no, tell you about, no)

It's too cold for you hereAnd now so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater Whoa, whoa, the holes of my sweaterWhoa, whoa,

Touch my neck, and I'll touch yoursYou in those little high waisted shorts, oh

It's too cold for you hereAnd now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater the holes of my sweaterWhoa

These hearts adoreEveryone the other beats hardest forInside this place is warmOutside it starts to pour