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Crooked Tooth


The world is bad, it's full of hate

And all I woud change can be found near my face.

Its a crooked tooth, pushed all the way back

Behind all the others, giving me no slack.

I know it sounds selfsh, I know that fact can't be mised

But I can't change the whole world in just one wish.

So I'd use it on me, these beautiful teeth.

They would be oh so perfect if just one was as straight as can be.

 

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