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all dressed in love

I kinda hooked up with this Jennifer Hudson's song All Dressed in Love.
Actually it was a OST Sex and The City movie. So the song told about we can cover ourselves wiv clothes, shoes, etc.. Even we can cover our pain with MAC make up (which is very true, and I've been through this). But thats all FAKE. We CAN'T cover our pain to ourselves. The point of the song is what if we can wear what we feel?

When you can wear what you feel
what do you wanna say?
Now love is a little number
that you can wear each day

As long as you let me be the accessorry
Simply send me on my way
Style of love
I look good in love

When it's been out of sight and out of mind for such a long time
That's how one forgets
So I reached in the back of my closet and pulled it out
And tried it on and it still fits

So I covered the pain up with lots of MAC make-up
But I can't help but blush
Because I'm in love
All dressed up in love

Cool in the summer, warm in the winter
I'm all dressed up in love
I'm cool in the summer, warm in the winter
Cuz I'm in love
All dressed up in love

People are looking, yeah, some even staring
I don't know it when they ask me what I'm wearing
This or that its made for any weather
my friend and i sit down and we both make it together

Now if you really want one of your own
I hope your shoes are made for walking
Cuz I found love
and you must find love

Cool in the summer, warm in the winter
I'm all dressed up in love
I'm cool in the summer, warm in the winter (I'm so warm)
Cuz I'm in love
All dressed up in love

Cuz I found love
And you must find love

The song really taught me something. And I really love how Jen Hudson brought it. Lovely thought just before NYE. Who cares about Labels? All we have to do is finding Love.

by the way.....

Another fresh new year is here, another year to live! To banish worry, doubt, and fear, to love, laugh, and to give! HAPPY NEW YEAR 2010!

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