Lyric She s My Ever Lovin Machine

(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...