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I Fbrush my Cteeth And look in the Gmirror And Flaugh out Cloud As I'm beaming from Gear to ear
I'd rather pick Fflowers C Instead of Gfights And rather than fFlaunt my style I'd Cflash you a smile GOf clean pearly whites
AmI've been to the dEentist A thousand Ctimes, so I know the Ddrill I Fsmooth my hair, sit baDck in the chair But Csomehow I still get the cGhills
FHave a Cseat He says pleasantGly As he Fshakes my hand C And practically Glaughs at me
Open up nice and Fwide C He says, peering Gin
And with a smirk he says,
F"Don't have a fit, thiCs'll just pinch a bit" As he tries not to Ggrin
FWhen hygCienists Fleave on Clong vaGcations FThat's when Cdentists Fscream and Close their Gpatience
CTalking only bringsF the toothaches onG Because I say the Fstupidest Cthings CSo if my resolve goes Fsouth I'll swallow my Gpride with an aFspirin And Cshut my Gmouth
FGolf and alcohoAml don't mix And that'sG why I don't drink and Fdrive FBecause, good grief, I'd knock out my Amteeth And hafta kFiss my smile goodGbye
(Not sure about the interlude, sorry)
AmI've been to the Edentist A thousand Ctimes, so I know the Ddrill I Fsmooth my hair, sit bacDk in the chair But Csomehow I still get the Gchills
G Am F C (like intro - until finish)