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And 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

Use the sleeves of my sweater, let's have an adventure

Head in the clouds, but my gravity centered

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

If you just so happen to make it this far, man

You still haven't figured out what the hell is going on, yeah?

Well, this how we do it in the dirty side, you feel me?

It's chopped up and not slopped up, the neighborhood

What's up all over in London, man? What's up Sweden? It's going down

And all I am is a man

I want the world in my hands

And all I am is a man

I want the world in my hands

And 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

Use the sleeves of my sweater, let's have an adventure

Head in the clouds, but my gravity 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 found out

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna 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

And if I may just take your breath away

I don't mind if there's not much to say

Sometimes the silence guides a mind

To move to a place so far away

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 to taste, yeah

These hearts adore

Everyone the other beats hardest for

Inside this place is warm

Outside it starts to pour

Coming down

One love, two mouths, one love, one house

No shirt, no blouse, just us, you found out

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna 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

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa (OG Ron C)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

'Cause it's too cold

For youuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Et je ne suis qu'un homme.

Je veux le monde à mes pieds.

Je déteste la plage.

Mais me voilà en Californie, les orteils dans le sable.

Utilise les manches de mon pull, partons à l'aventure !

La tête dans les nuages, mais les pieds sur terre.

Touche mon cou, je toucherai le tien.

Toi, dans ce petit short taille haute, oh !

Si par hasard tu es arrivé jusqu'ici, mec.

Tu n'as toujours pas compris ce qui se passe, hein ?

Eh bien, c'est comme ça qu'on fait dans la rue, tu vois ce que je veux dire ?

C'est du brut de décoffrage, pas du crasseux, le quartier.

Quoi de neuf à Londres, mec ? Quoi de neuf en Suède ? Ça va chauffer

Et je ne suis qu'un homme

Je veux le monde à mes mains