Owl City

I brush my teeth and look in the mirror
And laugh out loud as I'm beaming from ear to ear
I'd rather pick flowers instead of fights
And rather than flaunt my style
I'd flash you a smile of clean pearly whites
I've been to the dentist a thousand times
So I know the drill
I smooth my hair
Sit back in the chair
But somehow I still get the chills
"Have a seat," he says pleasantly
As he shakes my hand and practically laughs at me
"Open up nice and wide," he says peering in
And with a smirk he says "don't have a fit,
this'll just pinch a bit," as he tries not to grin
When hygienists leave on long vacations