refurbishing

but restoration may b possible

 i'm pretty rustic not modern or new

but whats wrong with me i haven't a clue

born to carry this old world charm

its not enough these days to just

support and hold you in my arms

i know i'm not a designer piece

cuz the women who've kept me; kept me like a  lease

getting traded in before my time 

left stained and unworthy of a dime

 i wish they would tell me reasons why

 instead they depart leaving behind only kind lies

 stuck unknowing whats really broke

cursed to remain a woman's inside joke