[Verse 1]
When I was in grade six
Used to hold open the door for a girl
And she called me a wimp
She said there just isn't a need to be so fucking polite
I politely agreed with her, I think she was right
It just never entered my mind
That at twelve, it all came down to choosing sides

[Verse 2]
You 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 fight
Would it be really in touch with the times
To put somebody down for choosing sides?

[Chorus]
And she said show us them teeth
Give us them braces
Show us that dental work
That puts fear in twelve year old faces
I could make you feel
Even half worthwhile
Just please don't ask me to smile
[Verse 3]
And at times, when it still feels right
I hold open the door for a girl, and I'll back down from a fight
And if there just is no need to be so polite
At least it helps you sleep easier at night
It just never enters my mind
That it ever should come down to choosing sides

[Chorus]
And she said show me them teeth
Give us them braces
Show us that dental work
That puts fear in twelve year old faces
I could prove to you
That I do or don't get high
Just please don't ask me to smile