Okay, who stole my body
I had when I was young
It was never in the best of shape
But far better than this one

Semi smooth and silky
Not a wrinkle on the lot
I feel I fell asleep for a century
And this is how I ended up

I now have wrinkles on top of wrinkles
With wrinkles on top of that
Could someone point me in the direction
Of where my body could have been left

It had fingers that worked without aching
Steady hands that knew not of shaking
A memory that...I'll get back with you on that
And a face you wouldn't mind dating

My body had knees that were noiseless
A smile that wasn't so toothless
A libido that you could rely on
Instead of the one I now have that is useless

My other eyes were filled with wonder
Not these made dull and steely gray
If anyone has seem my body
Could you kindly point me in the way

He picks them up at random
Takes them out
Becomes engrossed in one
Then the next

Finished with them
He dumps them back
Where he found them
A little worse for wear

Who will mend this broken chair
This useless one just standing there
Waiting for a drop of glue
Who will mend it, if not you?

Then take this lonesome broken heart
Can you fathom where to start
Who can make it beat anew
Who can mend it, if not you?

On a scale from one to ten.
I think about you 24/7.