I’d rather pick flowers, instead of fights

I brush my teeth, and look in the mirror.
And laugh out loud,
As I’m beaming from ear to ear
I’d rather pick flowers, instead of fight.
And rather than flaunt my style
I’d flash you a smile, of clean pearly whites
I’ve been to the dentist
A thousand times, so I know the drill
I smooth my hair, sit back in the chair
But somehow I still get the chills

Have a seat, he says pleasantly
As he shakes my hand, and practically laughs at me.
Open up nice and wide, he says peering in
And with a smirk he says,
"Don’t have a fit, this’ll just pinch a bit"
As he tries not to grin
When hygienists leave on long vacations
That’s when dentists scream and lose their patience
Talking only brings the toothaches on
Because I say the stupidest things

So if my resolve goes south
I’ll swallow my pride with an aspirin
And shut my mouth
Golf and alcohol don’t mix
And that’s why I don’t drink and drive
Because, good grief, I’d knock out my teeth
And hafta kiss my smile goodbye
I’ve been to the dentist
A thousand times, so I know the drill
I smooth my hair, sit back in the chair
But somehow I still get the chills

Dental Care – Owl City

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