Could you see your way clear
And arrange your eyes away from mine
Sorry I'm here
But you get paid get paid to lie
You get paid to smile
Would you really say hello
And let me carry my own guitar
And please don't hold the door
I can work the handle on any car
It's really not that hard
Smile, paid to smile
Smile, paid to smile
Oooh
The cigarette girl took off her tray
And dropped her dress in a shiny pile
Pulled her pants up on her way
When gets home she'll laugh a while
She gets paid to smile
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