Wind up Man

It was a Sunday morning
When the mail ain't supposed to come
A big blue box delivered and it didn’t say where from
When a wind up man emerges and he waltzed across the floor
Told him I was lonesome, said I wouldn’t be no more

His left hand made me breakfast and his right one paid the bills
Poured a perfect cocktail and he always kept it filled
I don’t know how he do the things he do with those two hands
I knew I’d wind up loving him my loving wind up man

They say machines ain’t made for loving
But I believe that they can plug into your heart
And you know when it starts in the smoke in the sparks
You’re not broke it’s all part of a lover’s game

He always called me handsome and he smiled when I spoke
Dressed like Elvis Presley and he laughed at all my jokes
Was my love until the day he caught the rain unplanned
Knew I’d wind up losing him my loving wind up man

They say machines ain’t made for loving
But I believe that they can plug into your heart
And you know it begins when it whirs and it spins
It don’t hurt it’s not a sin no one to blame

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Then i heard him holler
He began to fire and spark
Smokin’ from his collar
And his smilin’ eyes went dark
Never will forget him and the smell of all that smoke
Knew I’d wind up loving him until he wound up broke

They say machines ain’t made for loving
But I believe that they can plug into your heart
Try in vain to protect when it rains he’ll get wet
Just keep training to expect feeling all the pain

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