Winsome Smile
Stop thinking now
Quit second guessing all your failed relations
With your would've, could've, should've, maybe
Might have been, I'll show you how
Send your feelings out for lubrication
Lose these blues and screw your head on tight again
She cut you bad, your heart is just a scar
But if you could just get mad, you'd be better off by far
What you want is taken, what you need is better circulation
Work that heavy heart and get it light again
Listen to me now, you suffer from a sadness, apprehension
That if she could read your mind she'd see
Just how it ought to be but she's read it all by now
And your style don't get a grip on her attention
She ain't in your state of mind and she don't want to be
You think if she'd just talk, you could explain it all
She'd be polite but all night, she's been hoping you won't call
She'll, it's all her fault, she'll always be your friend
Plus loads of shit, too dumb to mention
I've been that road and it's paved with good intentions
Well, it's hard to believe
But I'm telling you your heart would soon recover
But you don't want it to, you love this aching agony
'Cause it's noble, but it's true
You won't forsake this pain for other lovers
Happiness would fill your mind with misery
Time will wound all heels and it ain't pretty
With any luck at all, she'll find some dope that you can pity
Your loss is measured in illusions
And your gain is all in bittersweet intelligence
And your winsome smile will lose some of its innocence
Your winsome smile, your winsome smile
Will lose some of its innocence
Quit second guessing all your failed relations
With your would've, could've, should've, maybe
Might have been, I'll show you how
Send your feelings out for lubrication
Lose these blues and screw your head on tight again
She cut you bad, your heart is just a scar
But if you could just get mad, you'd be better off by far
What you want is taken, what you need is better circulation
Work that heavy heart and get it light again
Listen to me now, you suffer from a sadness, apprehension
That if she could read your mind she'd see
Just how it ought to be but she's read it all by now
And your style don't get a grip on her attention
She ain't in your state of mind and she don't want to be
You think if she'd just talk, you could explain it all
She'd be polite but all night, she's been hoping you won't call
She'll, it's all her fault, she'll always be your friend
Plus loads of shit, too dumb to mention
I've been that road and it's paved with good intentions
Well, it's hard to believe
But I'm telling you your heart would soon recover
But you don't want it to, you love this aching agony
'Cause it's noble, but it's true
You won't forsake this pain for other lovers
Happiness would fill your mind with misery
Time will wound all heels and it ain't pretty
With any luck at all, she'll find some dope that you can pity
Your loss is measured in illusions
And your gain is all in bittersweet intelligence
And your winsome smile will lose some of its innocence
Your winsome smile, your winsome smile
Will lose some of its innocence
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Writer(s): Chris Smither
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