Scott Bradlee & Postmodern Jukebox - Sweater Weather

;Clubbin' With Grandpa (2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Je ne suis qu'une femme

 

Je veux le monde entre mes mains

 

Je déteste la plage

 

Mais je reste debout

 

Avec mes orteils dans le sable 

 

 

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

 

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 shirt, no blouse

 

Just us, you find out

 

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no

 

 

Il fait trop froid

 

Pour toi ici

 

Et maintenant 

 

Alors, laisse-moi tenir

 

Tes mains dans les trous de mon pull

 

 

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

 

So move to a place so far away, yeah

 

The goose bumps start to raise

 

The minute that my left hand meets your face

 

And then I touch your face

 

Put my finger on your tongue

 

'Cause you love to taste, yeah

 

 

 

Ces cœurs adorent

 

Tout le monde les autres battent plus forts

 

Inside this place is warm

 

Outside it starts to pour

 

Coming down

 

 

One love, one house

 

No shirt, no blouse

 

Just us, you find out

 

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no

 

'Cause it's too cold

 

For you here, so now

 

So let me hold

 

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

 

 

(Whistling)

 

 

'Cause it's too cold

 

For you here

 

So now, let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater