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 no need to be so fucking polite
I politely agreed with her I think she was right
It just never entered my mind
That a twelve year old came down to choosing sides
You said that I'd die if I had nothing to do
Put a drink in my hand and I'd talk to anything that moves
I just refused to give you what you think would make things right
And just to find hate when you've lost the will to fight
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And would it be really in touch with the times
To put somebody down by 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
And times when it still feels right
I hold open the door for a girl or back down from a fight
If there just isn't no need to be so fucking polite
At least it helps us sleep easier at night
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It just never enters my mind
That ever should come down to choosing sides
REPEAT CHORUS
I could prove to you that a doer don't get hurt
Just please don't ask me to smile