I’ve lived in Texas and Cali

I’ve seen the difference

between a smile and a valley

But don’t ask in years

what my age is

Cuz I don’t speak that language

I see your heart bleeding

through your grinning teeth

Like the Cheshire cat smile 

in the night sky

It’s blacker than hell out

but everythings ok

as long as your teeth can shine

I’ve been at work

I’ve been at play

and I’ve seen the difference

in the valleys and peaks among your face

but I don’t speak that language

Between sips of wine and plastic

your smile must be elastic

replace feeling with thought

the former can’t be bought

then re-apply your lipstick

I won’t buy what you hand me

I don’t need more baggage

Don’t ask me to smile

when I need to cry

I just don’t speak that language.