Alyson: So let me hold both your hands In the holes of my sweater
Max: All I am is a man I want the world In my hands I hate the beach, but I stand In California with my toes in the sand
Alyson: Use the sleeves of my sweater Let’s have an adventure Head in the clouds, but my gravity’s centered 'Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours' Me in my little high waisted shorts, oh
Alyson & Max: You knows what I think about and What I think about One love. Two mouths. One love. One house. No shirt. No blouse. Just us. You find out Nothing that we don’t want to tell you about, no
'Cause it’s too cold For you here and now So let me hold both your hands In the holes of my sweater
Alyson: And if I may just take your breath away I don’t mind if there’s not much to say Sometimes the silence guides our minds To move to a place so far away
Max: The goosebumps start to raise The minute that my left hand meets your waist And then I watch your face Put my finger on your tongue ‘Cause you love the taste, yeah
Alyson: These hearts adore Every one the other beats hardest for Inside this place it's warm Outside it starts to pour
Alyson & Max: Coming Down. One love. Two mouths. One love. One house. No shirt. No blouse. Just us. You find out Nothing that we don’t want to tell you about 'No, no, no'
'Cause it’s too cold 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
Max: Whoa, whoa... Alyson: Whoa, whoa...
Max (& Alyson): Whoa, (whoa), whoa, (whoa)... The holes of my sweater Whoa, (whoa), whoa, (whoa)... (The holes of my sweater)
Alyson & Max: 'Cause it’s too cold For you here and now So let me hold both your hands In the holes of my sweater
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