Gilbert O`sullivan I`ve Never Been Short Of A Smile Lyrics

I`ve Never Been Short Of A Smile Lyrics

As you know when the girl of your dreams

 Doesn't seem to exist

 If you want my opinion then here's what it is

 Don't tell your wife she'll kill ya

 And who knows maybe one day you'll wake up

 And walk to the door

 Where's she's waiting impatient this daughter of yours

 Saying give me away dad will ya

 

 Try proving suicide is painless

 And who are those that claim this

 The only way to die and to die again

 As I recall I entertain an empty hall

 

 Doesn't bother me in the slightest if a mirror's cracked

 It could be that a missing screw is all it lacked

 I'll walk under ladders but the funny thing is each time

 I do I go flying

 I've had moments when depression seemed the only cure

 days when doubts were all about but now I'm sure

 despite loosing battles that I know if I could win

 I've never been short of a smile

 

 As you know you can stand to attention while wiggling your toes

 it's a breach of the rules but in boots I suppose

 You could be forgiven

 As you go into work on a Sunday

 You hazard guess wasn't Sunday the one day

 we all used to rest

 I've never been short of smile

 You cannot have your cake and eat it

 But given a piece why keep it

 what purpose is being served 

 if you leave it lying on a tray 

 Only to be thrown away

 

 If invited to a party as a rule of thumb

 if there's not a kitchen in it I won't come

 I known that it's boring but at least you don't have to speak

 You just up the heat

 If there's one good thing about me then it ought to be

 Even when I'm up against adversity

 despite my misgivings on the shape that I'm in

 I've never been short of a smile

 (It's so easy to forget) (Every time you draw your breath) (Should be hung up
on the wall) (A reminder to us all) That however much we moan All our lives
we've only one to live solo To be or not to be what is it About this phrase
that gives it A meaning so profound That if Shakespeare were here today I bet
he'd throw it all away Doesn't bother me the slightest if a cat is black It
could be that a pot of paint had turned him that I'll walk under ladders but
the funny thing every time I do I go flying I've had moments when depression
seemed the only cure Days when I was burning up now I'm sure despite my
resentment of the pain I was in I've never been short of a smile