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The naughty thing is flying hairs
And the thought of you placing them back of her ear

The naughty thing is her smile
Just by thinking of you with leads on screen rejoicing their space

The naughty thing is being of 18
And planning of kids with him

The naughty thing is shying to Mom's proposal of marriage
And planning the events of the very day with you

The naughty thing is yelling at him when Dad is around
And then trying to make it up by placing yourself against his chest

The naughty thing is biting lips
So as to keep them pink sadly to match his

The naughty thing is tunning off that music in group
And then humming it in the room when alone

The naughty thing is peeking at him hiding from the rest eyes
And saying he doesn't look good

The naughty thing is adoring him for long and upon being asked -"What?"
Tagging it as 'Nothing' with a hard to hide smile.

The naughty thing is thinking of his last name to be yours
And yelling at the group when they do the same

The naughty thing is not telling him of your love
And dancing in the bathroom that you have him as yours,
 as you always

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