Jar of smiles and a secret box

In my secret box
I’ve got a jar of smiles
I stack them up
As I live my miles

In my mouth there is a song
And as I sing silently
Nothing goes wrong
And I laugh quietly

In my eyes I’ve got a sparkle
And as you touch my cheek
I feel so remarkable

As I pressed a kiss on your nose
Back there on the grass
A happy, proud feeling arose

As you treat me as a doll of porcelain
As you call me beautiful
As you call my name

In my head I’ve got my own secret box
And as I walked my miles
I discovered I am one big paradox

I ain’t what I seem to be
I thought wrong of me

I’ve got a secret box
And there’s a jar of smiles
around my neck.