Minty Fresh Mirage

Verse 1 Every morning starts with a battle, the sink's a bloody scene, Toothpaste like warpaint, my mouthwash fierce and mean. Scrubbing each molar, a soldier in a porcelain fight, “I’m brushing and flossing fine, cuz I haven’t lost all my teeth yet,” right? Chorus Oh, I’m minty, I’m fresh, a peppermint parade, Dodging every cavity, every dental raid. Floss like I’m sewing, threads so tight and clean, Gums might be receding, but hey, at least they're unseen. Verse 2 Dentist says I'm doing fine, but offers a little thread, Says "This here's your lifeline—without it, teeth are dead." But I smile and nod, while my molars quietly scheme, They plot their revenge for every missed flossing dream. Bridge “Any pain?” asks the doc, peering in with a grin, I mumble through tools, “Nope, all good within.” Yet every cold drink’s a sting, every sweet’s a dare, In the candy store of life, I'm woefully unaware. Chorus Oh, I’m minty, I’m fresh, a peppermint parade, Dodging every cavity, every dental raid. Floss like I’m sewing, threads so tight and clean, Gums might be receding, but hey, at least they're unseen. Verse 3 I’m the king of quick brush, the duke of last-minute floss, In the mirror’s reflection, I laugh at dental loss. “But I’m brushing and flossing fine, haven’t lost a tooth yet!” As I spit out the truth with a tinge of regret. Outro So here’s to the smiles, all shiny and styled, To the teeth hanging on by a thread, so beguiled. Keep brushing, keep flossing, in denial so divine, Because we’re all just fine, till we’re not, online. Echoes fade “Still got all my teeth,” a mantra so sweet, In the dental hygiene game, I won't accept defeat. “Still got all my teeth,” a mantra so sweet, In the dental hygiene game, I won't accept defeat.