(Shel Silverstein)      Well, friends you know once I was took in   By a girl with a twinkly eye   But the first time that I wasn't lookin'   She ran off with a handsomer guy, oh my.      But I'm an inventin' type feller   So as soon as my brain got uncurled   I tiptoed right down to my cellar   And built a mechanical girl.      Oh, her arms are iron, her legs are steel   Her hips are on wires attached to a wheel   And her spine is a coil that I now and then oil   She's my ever lovin' machine.      She's always right there when I need her   And she's very easy to please   And hardly cost nothing to feed her   Just some water and oil and grease.      She never complains when I stay out all night   She never complains that I ain't rich   And each time I want her just to cuddle me up tight   I just reach out and turn on 'er switch.      Oh, her arms are iron, her legs are steel   Her hips are on wires attached to a wheel   And her spine is a coil that I now and then oil   She's my ever lovin' machine.      She has no trouble makin' her mind up   'Cause friends I did not give her a mind   And her heart is a clock that I wind up   So I know that she'll love me in time.      She always did what she was supposed to   Right up to this evening but then   She had an affair with a toaster   And they ran off and left me again.      Oh, her arms were iron, her legs were steel   Her hips were on wires attached to a wheel   And her spine was a coil that I used to oil   She was my ever lovin' machine...