[Verse 1] Fella at the bus stop says “You’d look prettier if you smiled” Oh. Sound, la. Been doing my face wrong all this while. He waits like I owe him one Like teeth are part of the dress code Mate, I’m buying a fucking ticket Not putting on a show [Pre-Chorus] You call that friendly? Boss, I guess I call it unsolicited happiness [Chorus] Smile more, apparently My face is public property Chin up, look alive God forbid I look like I’m thirty-five Smile more, there you go Give the nice fella his little show I’ve got bills, bad knees, and things to do Why the fuck would I smile at you? [Verse 2] Boss says, “Bring some energy” At eight-fifteen on Monday Sound. I brought my laptop. That’s already plenty. Coffee tastes like burnt regret Inbox says eighty-three And some divvy’s booked a meeting To discuss the last meeting [Pre-Chorus] You call that Monday? Boss, I guess I call it organised distress [Chorus] Smile more, apparently My face is public property Chin up, look alive God forbid I look like I’m thirty-five Smile more, there you go Give the whole room its little show I’ve got work, no sleep, and things to do Why the fuck would I smile for you? [Bridge] Maybe I am happy. Maybe this is it. Maybe joy looks exactly like me not giving a shit. Want enthusiasm? Sound, la. Woo. There. Made up now, are ya? [Final Chorus] Smile more, apparently Make it everybody’s responsibility Cheer up, have some fun Here comes another fucking one Smile more, there you go Everybody loves a little show I was having quite a boss little day Till you told my face how to behave [Outro] Smile more. Nah. Smile more. Still nah. Go on, love— Fuck off.