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