It was a sunday morning
When the mailing's 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 (?) 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 (?)
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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