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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 in to 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 in to your heart And you know it begins When it whirs and it spins SongtexteIt don't hurt, it's not a sin No one to blame Ba dum bom, bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom bom bom And I heard him holler, he began to fire and spark Smoking from his collar and his smiling 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 in to your heart Try in vain to protect When it rains he'll get wet Just keep training to expect Feeling all the pain Ba dum bom, bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom Ba dum bom, bom bom bom bom Aus Songtexte Mania