I’m not smiling ’cause I’m happy;
I’m smiling because I am cold,
And I must pay for heat and something to eat
Until I grow fatally old.
I’m not smiling ’cause I like you;
I’m smiling because I need gas,
So I turn up my lips to encourage more tips
And, if that fails, wiggle my ass.
My smile is not one of pleasure
And the tears that I hide have no joy
And I, every day, pray for a bump in my pay
As I serve you your mocha with soy.
I’m not smiling ’cause I want to.
I’m not laughing ’cause I’m amused.
I just try to look fun ’cause I’m broke, 21,
And the universe makes me confused.
