Rosalie Gardner - ​fetish lyrics

coffee tasting better than water, u tell me u often stare at the goosebumps on ur own arms it is cold so we wrap up our skin but ur shirt looks so white and soft that i want to put my mouth to it and my shoes look so small compared to urs that night i s** the juice out of an orange in the blue light of my room thinking of ur strong hand not on my forearm but on ur own