One Imitation Smile Lyrics - Salad

I can sleep in a chair 

When the air is close 

And the book is hardly started 

You know I never pray 

But i might one day 

For those around departed 

One imitation smile 

Curls round your glass 

I can see through white wine 

One imitation smile 

Curls round your lips 

I can see right through you 

I'm modelled in wax 

But in good hands now 

I'll burn up at both ends 

Half dead with fatigue 

In a social storm 

I can gather all my close friends 

I get the heaviest blues 

And the shortest fuse 

When the glutton party beckons 

My rattle is a draw 

On the restaurant floor 

They'll soon be up for seconds