I write for her, I write for him,
a home is not a home without a name.
Others take their fame and run away.
And a person is a person not a game.
The scarlet 'S' some gossip of a scandal.
Those yellow tennis shoes they buy on sale,
were never pink they dye and made you wear.
Other children smile, my smile is grey.
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