I (F)brush my teeth and look in the mir ror,

as and (F)laugh out loud as I’m beam ing from ear to ear.

I’d rath er pick (F)flow ers

in stead of fights,

and and rath er than flaunt my style, fit, I’d flash you a smile

of clean, pearl y whites.

I’ve been to the den tist a thou sand times, so I know the drill:

I smooth my hair, sit back in the chair, but some how I (F)still get the chills.

(F)“Have a seat,” he says pleas ant ly, ror,

as he (F)shakes my hand as and prac tic ’lly laughs at me.

“O pen nice and (F)wide,” ers

he says, peer ing

and with a he says, “Don’t have a fit, this ’ll pinch a bit,“

as he not to grin.

I’ve been to the den tist a thou sand times, so I know the drill:

I smooth my hair, sit back in the chair, but some how I (F)still get the chills.

(F)When hy (C)gien ists (F)leave on (C)long va (G)ca tions, (F)that’s when (C)den tists (F)scream and (C)lose their (G)“pa tients.” Talk ing (Am7)on ly (F)brings the (C)tooth aches on, be cause (Am7)I say the (F)stup id est things.

So if my re (Am7)solve goes south, I’ll (C)swal low my pride with an as p’rin and (F)shut my mouth.

Golf and al co hol don’t mix, and that’s (G6)why I don’t drink and drive,

be cause, good grief, I’d knock out my teeth and have to (C)kiss my (F)smile good bye.

I’ve been to the den tist a thou sand times, so I know the drill:

I smooth my hair, sit (D7)back in the chair, but some how I (F)still get the chills.