Whine
Whine. Whine. Wine.
So clear in the glass.
Bells in my hair.
A life masterclass.
Fences to climb.
As green as the grass.
I’m hating my thighs.
But loving my arse.
Keeping My Hydrangeas Alive at The End Of The World
Whine. Whine. Wine.
So clear in the glass.
Bells in my hair.
A life masterclass.
Fences to climb.
As green as the grass.
I’m hating my thighs.
But loving my arse.