Through the plaque and tartar stains,
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I brush apart and excavate
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to show an adequate display of a smile for you girl
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Dental floss and Listerine
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enough to force these gums to bleed
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I'll make my teeth shine extra clean for your own to meet mine
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Because my words lack romance
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so I brush my teeth
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Inject some Novocaine
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or laughing gas to numb the pain
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I'll put the Brits to shame,
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but it might remain insufficient
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I just can't understand
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what it takes to be your man
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because I have brushed so hard,
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my enamel's gone
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and it's only because of you
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And I forgot my hygiene years ago
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until I saw your pretty face
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your essence gave me reason
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to go brush my teeth
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Hardcore, hardcore, hardcore
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Teeth
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| Dingus |
