Good girl gone wild
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She always wears a red lipstick.
She always wears a red dress to match it onto her lips.
She always wear red.
But how did she end up being wild?
Because of a man who change her?
The fact is love can really change for who we are but deep inside there is a love, care and sweetness.
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He always wears a black suit.
Everything he wears was always black.
Why? To hide his true colors.
But colors weren't for him.
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