Clementine (feat. Bella Nixon)

Will you peel my clementine Hands are weak from sweet pink wine Drank it all in your backyard where you saw me, but I saw stars Wait, no, it's just night again Our phones both died at half past ten Now the sun is peeking, but who cares It's the weekend Grass stains on your favorite jeans I don't ever want them clean Memories preserved in stains when life is full of too much change Sobered up, I have to go Hope that you will always know You're sweeter than the pinkest wine and every ever clementine