the neighbourhood - sweater weather (sped up)

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.