Sweet Weather
You open the door
You've got no shoes on
Your jeans a contrast to your skin
And I am so turned on
You welcome me in
I've been out of the game so long
Don't know where to begin
But I've been told
This is wrong
Been told this is wrong
So we're talking 'bout the weather
And whether my lover knows I'm here
'Cause we're crossing social boundaries and the
Punishment’s severe
Sitting round the fire
I see you lean in
And I turn away 'cause my hearts not
Mine to give away
You're deliciously French
Yet you speak the same language as me
This is one of those times
That I wish I was a little more free
I wish I was free
So we're talking 'bout the weather
And whether your wife knows that you're here
'Cause we're crossing social boundaries and the
Punishment’s severe
Well, long we've been friends
But over the side of a boat
You kissed me hello
And the chances of staying just friends seems remote
I'll keep it inside
I'm not looking for trouble
But there's a mounting urge to cross that line
To fall, to fall
To tumble, oh
Oh fall and tumble
So we're talking 'bout the weather
And whether our friends knows that we're here
'Cause we're crossing social boundaries and the
Punishment’s severe
