Dental Care

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

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