Whenever I See Him

Whenever I see him
I smile like I'm psychotic
I feel like I'm foaming at the mouth
And someone will soon slip me an antibiotic

I need to get my teeth fixed
Because I don't have a pretty smile
But the sight of him gives me a grin
That goes on for over a mile

I try so hard to contain myself
But that's a practice in futility
Because I can never hide my true nature
It's beyond my ability

I have to just accept the fact
That I wear my heart on my sleeve
My smile indicates the truth of my soul
So all who see will believe