Best Way How to Play Sweater Weather on Ukulele

Verse:

All I am is a man, I want this world in my hands.
I hate the beach, but I stand in California.
With my toes in the sand.

Use the sleeves on my sweater, let’s have an adventure
Head in the clouds, my gravity’s centered
Touch my neck, yeah, and I’ll touch yours
You in those little high-waisted shorts

Chorus:

Oh woah, 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.
Yeah, nothing.

‘Cause it’s too cold whoa oh.
For you here, and now.
So let me hold whoa oh.
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater.

Verse:

And if I may just take your breath away.
I don’t mind if there’s not much to say.
The silence guides our minds.
To move to a place so far away.
The goosebumps start to raise.
When my left hand meets your waist, yeah.
Then I watch your face.
Oh-oh, I watch your face, yeah.

These hearts adore, all the other beats hardest for.
Inside this place is warm, outside it starts to pour.

Chorus:

Coming down
One love, two mouths, one love, one house.
No shirt, no blouse, just us, you find out, yeah
Nothing that all, no, no.

Cause it’s too cold whoa oh.
For you here, and now.
So let me hold whoa oh.
Both your hands in the holes.

‘Cause it’s too cold whoa oh.
For you here, and now.
So let me hold whoa oh.
Both your hands in the holes, of my sweater
Oh no no, no no no.

Bridge:

No no
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh, oh
Whoa-oh…oh oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh, oh
Oh-oh, na-na-na-na na
Whoa oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh, oh
Whoa-oh…oh oh
Whoa-oh ooh, I’d die here

Chorus:

‘Cause it’s too cold whoa oh.
For you here, and now.
So let me hold whoa oh.
Both your hands in the holes.

‘Cause it’s too cold whoa oh.
For you here, and now.
So let me hold whoa oh.
Both your hands in the holes, of my sweater