You have a pretty smile, don't let it fade.
Of course I won't, I'm getting paid.
This house I've built, it's not okay.
Painting the walls, does not help the sway.
She has a pretty smile, plus a nice attitude.
I am sorry I'm slacking, I only have one of two.
Throwing up to get out some of the dread.
Out of my stomach, out of my head?
I have died four times now.
With each curtain call, comes a smile and a bow.
The first time I swam, in the harsh ocean waves.
The salt burnt my skin, the sensation has stayed.