C
All I am is a man
Em
A
I want the world in my hands
G
C
I hate the beach
Em
But I stand in California
A
with my toes in the sand
G
C
Use the sleeves on my sweater
Em
A
Head in the clouds but my gravity’s centered
G
C
Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours
Em
A
You in those little high waisted shorts
G
C
Oh, she knows what I think about
Am
And what I think about
Em
One love, two mouths
G
One love, one house
C
No shirt, no blouse
Am
Just us, you find out
Em
G
Nothing that I wouldn’t wanna tell you about, no
C
Am
‘Cause it’s too cold whoa
Em
For you here
G
And now
C
Am
So let me hold whoa
Em
Both your hands in
G
the holes of my sweater
C
And if I may just take your breath away
Em
Sometimes the silence guides your mind
A
G
So move to a place so far away
C
The goosebumps start to race
Em
And then I watched your face
A
Put my finger on your tongue
G
C
‘Cause you love to taste yeah
Em
Inside this place is warm
A
G
Outside it starts to pour
C
Coming down
Am
One love, two mouths
Em
One love, one house
G
No shirt, no blouse
C
Just us, you find out
Am
Nothing that I wouldn’t wanna tell you about
Em
G
No No No!
C
Am
‘Cause it’s too cold whoa
Em
For you here
G
And now
C
Am
So let me hold whoa
Em
Both your hands in
G
the holes of my sweater
C
Am
‘Cause it’s too cold whoa
Em
For you here
G
And now
C
Am
So let me hold whoa
Em
Both your hands in
G
D
the holes of my sweater, woah
Am
G
D
Am
G
D
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Am
G
D
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Am
G
D
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Am
G
D
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Am
G
D
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
C
Am
‘Cause it’s too cold whoa
Em
For you here
G
And now
C
Am
So let me hold whoa
Em
Both your hands in
G
the holes of my sweater
C
Am
‘Cause it’s too cold whoa
Em
For you here
G
And now
C
Am
let me hold whoa
Em
Both your hands in
G
the holes of my sweater
C
Am
Em
And it’s too cold, it’s too cold
G
The holes of my sweater.