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 need to be so fucking polite I politely agreed with her I think she was right It just never entered my mind That at 12 it all came down to chosing sides You said that I'd die if I had nothing to do Put a drink in my hand and I'll talk to anything that moves I just refuse to give you what you think will make things right Justifying hate when you've lost the will to fight Would it be really in touch with the times To put somebody down for choosing sides And she said, show us them teeth Give us them braces Show us that dental work That puts fear in 12 year old faces I could make you feel Even half worthwhile Just please don't ask me to smile And at times when it still feels right I still hold open the door for a girl and I'll back down from a fight And if there just isn't need to be so polite At least it helps me sleep easier at night It just never entered my mind That it ever should come down to choosing sides And she said, show us them teeth Give us them braces Show us that dental work That puts fear in 12 year old faces I could prove to you That I do or don't get high Just please don't ask me to smile