What does that girl do for me?

Her smile, on our initial encounter, is gently scorched into my mind.

When the dogs bite, (the fecal matter still all over my palette)
Then the bees sting, (the backstabbing knife still bleeding red)
When you're feeling sad, (and the pickpocket's hands still in my wallet)
I simply think of my favorite things..... (that burning smile, in my head)
And I don't feel soooooo baddddddd.