I know I have no model look
with fingernails and hair untrimmed
and creak these days with each step took
With overuse my lustres dimmed
Each aging joint has metal pins
My twisted frame is far from new
I've rusting skin of scrapyard tin
But still know I'm the fork for you
I bring my love with this pink rose
And long to have you as my bride
I cannot kneel but still propose
We lay forever side by side
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