I want the world in my hands
In California with my toes in the sand
You Use the sleeves of my sweater
Head in the clouds but my gravity centered
Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
You in those little high-wasted shorts, oh
And if I may just take your breath away
I don′t mind if there′s not much to say
Sometime the silence guide our minds
So move a place so far away
The goose bumps start to raise
The minute that may left hand meets your waist
And then I watch your face
Put my finger on your tongue
'Cause You love to taste, yeah