little girl (SM) - 1° Temporada

twenty - four

Shawn:

Ligo para Alexa de chamada de vídeo e ela atende, ela olha para mim e para meu violão e ri. São uma hora da manhã aqui ela deve ta achando que sou louco ou algo do tipo, mais ela pediu para eu fazer ela dormir.

- O que vai fazer bobo??. - Ela diz com seu inglês que puxava um pouco pelo seu sotaque do rio de janeiro.

- Cantar para você dormir. - Ela sorri de orelha a orelha, olho em seus olhos azuis e sorrio. - Sweater Weather. - Sorri.

- Amo essa música. - Sorriu e eu assenti, começando a cantar.

- 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'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 wouldn't wanna tell you about no

'Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here and now
So let me hold whoa
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 our minds to
So 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 the taste yeah

These hearts adore,
Every other beat the other one beats 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 find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no no

'Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here
And now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

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

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

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

It's too cold whoa
For you here and now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

It's too cold,
It's too cold
The holes of my sweater....- Termino de cantar, vejo que ela dormiu. Até dormindo ela é fofa e linda, olho pela milésima vez ela, e desligo a ligação. Me jogando na cama.

Meu deus ela me deixa louco.