When my teeth are rinsed in a glass by my bed
and my hair lies somewhere in a drawer
you knowthe world doesn't seem like a very nice place
not a very nice place anymore.
But I put in my teethand I slap on my hair
and a strange thing occurs when I do
my teeth start to feel like my very own teeth
and my hair like my very own too.
And I'm ready to begin again.
Ready to begin again.
Reachin' for the soap
my heart is full o' hope
Ready to begin again!
Looking fresh and bright I trust.
Ready to begin again
as everybody must.
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