Coming downOne love, two mouthsOne love, one houseNo shirt, no blouseJust us, you'll find outNothing that I wouldn't want to tell you about, no, no, no, no, no

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

'Cause it's too cold for you hereAnd now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater

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"

And if I may just take your breath awayI don't mind if there's not much to saySometimes the silence guides your mindSo move to a place so far away, yeah