The Sweater Lyrics - Singles - Cadell Meryn

(lyrics are spoken) 

Girls, 

I know you will understand this 

and feel the intrinsic incredible emotion 

You have just pulled over your head the worn, 

warm sweater belonging to a boy 

Now, you haven't had a passionate kissing session or anything, 

but you got to go on a camping trip with him 

and eight other people from school 

And you practically slept together, 

your sleeping bag right next to his 

And you woke in the night to watch him as he slept 

but you couldn't see anything 'cause it was dark 

so you just laid there and listened to his breathing 

and wondered if your heart might burst 

The sweater has that slightly goat-like smell 

which all teenage boys possess, 

and that smell will lovingly transfer 

to all your other clothes 

If you get to keep it for a few days you can sleep with it 

but don't let your mom see, because she'll say, 

"what is that filthy thing, and who does it belong to 

besides the trash man?" 

So you have to keep it under the covers with you 

You can kind of lie it beside you, 

or wrap it around your waist, 

or touch it on your legs, or whatever 

That's your business 

Now if the sweater has, like, reindeer on it 

or is a funny color like yellow... I'm sorry, 

you can't get away with a sweater like that 

Look for brown, or grey, or blue 

Anything other than that, and you know you're dealing with 

someone who's different 

And different is NOT what you're looking for 

You're looking for those teenage Alpine ski-chiseled features 

and that sort of blank look which passes for deep thought 

or at least the notion that someone's home 

You're looking for the boy of your dreams 

who is the same boy in the dreams of all your friends 

Now the sweater isn't going to fit you, of course, 

So you have to kind of roll up the sleeves in a jaunty way that says 'this is the sweater belonging to a boy, and the boy is a genuine hunk-a-hunk of burnin' love, and this is not just some hand me down from your brother or your father' 

Monday, wear the sweater, to school 

Be calm, look cute 

Don't tell him about the dream you had 

about the place the two of you would share 

when you get older 

Just be yourself 

The best, cutest, quietest version of yourself 

Definitely wear lip gloss 

He looks at you, and then he looks away 

And then he walks away 

and the smell of the sweater hits you again suddenly 

like ape-scent gloriola 

and you get a note passed to you 

by a girl in History that says 

"He needs that sweater back. 

He forgot you put it on in the tent on Saturday 

and he's been looking for it." 

And you don't have to die of humiliation, you know 

You are a strong person 

and this is a learning experience 

You can still hold your head up high as you run from the classroom 

tearing the stinking sweater from your body 

You look at that sweater, carefully 

And you realize that love made you temporarily blind 

You've got a secret now, honey, 

and though you'd never sink as low as him, 

you could blab it all over the school if you wanted 

The label in that sweater 

said "100% Acrylic"