Fruit Machine

It’s summer time and I hang on the vine

They’re gonna make me into sweet red wine

Hanging around like a fruit on a tree

Waiting to be picked, come on cut me free

Nature ain’t a fruit machine

Good things come to those who wait

But I ain’t in a patient phase

Baby, I am plump and ripe

I’m pinker than shepherd’s delight

Sweet like honeysuckle late at night

Leave it too long I’ll go rot

Like an apple you forgot..

Top | Uniqlo

Shirt | MACO

Culotes | Comicou

Stocking | Tutuanna

Socks | Tutuanna

Shoes | nobrand

Bag | cathkidston