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ON THE SCRAPHEAP OF LIFE


When we married you got my engine running, but now I want to sleep
I’ve just failed my annual service, you said my defects ran too deep
My sleek curves have lost their polish, I’m destined for the scrapheap
So you’re trading me in for a younger model, now I just sit and weep
Because this once racy little motor you no longer want to keep

My once classy chassis you always used to admire
I’ve got many miles to go, maybe I just need a hot wire
With some gas in my tank we could re-ignite the fire
But my body is rather dented, and I’ve gain a spare tire

The trusty mechanics say they’ll work both day and night
To ensure that my engine is running just right
I’ll be in showroom condition and look a delight

After many years, there’s bound to be wear and tear
So please don’t trade me in or keep me as a spare!

When my intermittent faults are fixed I’ll be going at full throttle!

My defects can be reversed, although it won’t be cheap
when the wheels are in motion, you’ll be filled with desire
all revved up, honey I’ll be giving you the green light
My engine is still running, I just need to know you care
If you toss me on the scrapheap… I’ll break down and hit the bottle

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