Never used to have big cars,
cool crib or jewelry.
Didn't care about those ones
who played silly tricks on me,
was carried away by my soul melody,
i'm in charge of good mood of everybody.
why they cared little?
Gon' be as fit as a fiddle.
otherwise
being nice
never lost a chance
be like you,
we are new,
the naughty ones,
face to face,
full of grace,
in high boots and cardigans.
In the air parachutes
look like loving hearts,
we do care, never mute
as the new life starts
Naughty
© Copyright: Доминика Чернова, 2013
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