When I was in grade six
I used to hold open the door for a girl
And she called me a wimp
She said there just isn't need to be so fucking polite
I politely agreed with her I think she was rightIt just never entered my mind
That at 12 it all came down to chosing sidesYou said that I'd die if I had nothing to do
Put a drink in my hand and I'll talk to anything that moves
I just refuse to give you what you think will make things right
Justifying hate when you've lost the will to fightWould it be really in touch with the times
To put somebody down for choosing sidesAnd she said, show us them teeth
Give us them braces
Show us that dental work
That puts fear in 12 year old faces
I could make you feel
Even half worthwhile
Just please don't ask me to smileAnd at times when it still feels right
I still hold open the door for a girl and I'll back down from afight
And if there just isn't need to be so polite
At least it helps me sleep easier at night
It just never entered my mind
That it ever should come down to choosing sidesAnd she said, show us them teeth
Give us them braces
Show us that dental work
That puts fear in 12 year old faces
I could prove to you
That I do or don't get high
Just please don't ask me to smile

Composição: Tim Rogers.

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Thiago Rosa
Thiago Rosa

Meu Nome é Thiago Rosa tenho 35 anos, residente em Itapeva - MG Sul de Minas e sou criador do site Chemical Music. Nosso site é voltado para todas as coisas relacionadas à música.

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