Goddess of odontophobia

Great job creepy but cool

(Outro) So if you see her walking down the street, Beware her smile—it’s incomplete. The legend lives, though no one knows, Where the blonde with no teeth goes.

(Chorus) Oh, the blonde with no teeth, she’ll never smile, Her gums are bare, but she’s still in style. She laughs and she cries, but her teeth are gone, In the mirror, she wonders, where did they run?

(Verse 2) She searched for them in every place, Under the pillow, in her face. But all she found were empty spots, Where teeth once lived, now lost in the knots.

(Chorus) Oh, the blonde with no teeth, she’ll never smile, Her gums are bare, but she’s still in style. She laughs and she cries, but her teeth are gone, In the mirror, she wonders, where did they run?

The Legend of the Blonde with No Teeth

(Verse 1) There’s a tale that’s whispered in the night, Of a blonde-haired lady, full of fright. She smiled so wide, her teeth so bright, But one by one, they took their flight.