Dental Care is the sixth track featured on Ocean Eyes. The duration is (3:11).
I brush my teeth and look in the mirror, and laugh out loud as I'm beaming from ear to ear. I rather pick flowers, instead of fights. 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 throw a fit, this will 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 stuipidest things. So if my resolve goes south, I'll swallow my pride with an aspirin and shut my mouth. Golf and alchohol don't mix, and that's why I don't drink and drive, because, good grief, I'd knock out my teeth and have to 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.