To have the perfect teeth when I smile,
Different angle,
Identical guile.
But you see,
They are within my grasp -
Morphing into grass,
Those of a big white shark,
Or shells intricate enough -
To become the joys of you, my love.
To have the perfect teeth when I smile,
Different angle,
Identical guile.
But you see,
They are within my grasp -
Morphing into grass,
Those of a big white shark,
Or shells intricate enough -
To become the joys of you, my love.