I'll be high on your smile,
If you'd only let it extend a mile,
Slowly let it tip-toe into your cheek,
And off your dimple, let it leak.
Ch: If really I could,
I really would,
Oh baby,
You know me,
I'd clean it up and make things neat,
Just to play your smile on repeat.
Come on, fair boy,
Play your demeanor a tad coy,
Loosen that brittle,
And smile a little.
Ch: If really I could,
I really would,
Oh baby,
You know me,
I'd clean it up and make things neat,
Just to play your smile on repeat.
Bridge: If you'd try to put that smile
in your wallet,
I can bet,
I can promise you,
that it'll say, "no can do"
Baby, my billionaire,
Do that thing, that makes me stare.
Ch: If really I could,
I really would,
Oh baby,
You know me,
I'd clean it up and make things neat,
Just to play your smile on repeat.