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
These hearts adoreEveryone the other beats hardest forInside this place is warmOutside it starts to pour james harris - sweater weather | lyrics
Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Zachary Abels / Jeremy Freedman / Jesse RutherfordSweater Weather lyrics © Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Zman Music, Douche Cash Music, Pen Island Music Feature: The Cultural Longevity of "Sweater Weather" Whoa, whoa, the holes of my sweaterWhoa, whoa,
All I am is a manI want the world in my handsI hate the beachBut I stand in California with my toes in the sand the holes of my sweaterWhoa
It's too cold for you hereAnd now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
It's too cold for you hereAnd now so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
The goose bumps start to raiseThe minute that my left hand meets your waistAnd then I watch your facePut my finger on your tongue, 'cause you love the taste, yeah