When I was in grade six
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I used to hold open a door for a girl and she called me a wimp.
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Said there's just no need to be so fucking polite
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I politely agreed with her, I think she was right.
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It just never entered my mind
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That a twelve year old came down to choosing sides.
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You said I'd die if I had nothing to do
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Put a drink in my hand and I'll talk to anything that moves.
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I just refuse to give you what you think would make things right.
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Just to find hate when you've lost the will to fight.
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And would it be really in touch with the times
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To put somebody down for choosing sides.
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And you said show us them teeth
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Give us them braces.
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Show us the dental work that puts fear in twelve year old faces.
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I can make you feel even half worthwhile
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But please don't ask me to smile.
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And times when it still feels right
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I'll hold open a door for a girl or back down from a fight.
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And if there's just no need to be so fucking polite.
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At least it helps you sleep easier at night.
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Just never entered my mind
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That ever should come down to choosing sides.
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And you said show us them teeth
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Give us them braces.
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Show us the dental work that puts fear in twelve year old faces.
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I can prove to you that I do or don't get high
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But please don't ask me to smile.
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Please Don't Ask Me To Smile
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You Am I |