Or the one, in a world of giants, feeling rather down (here)...
Maybe you're the full-time cook. Your children call you by name.
Perhaps it's love you're seeking.
Or someone to tame your wild mane.
Vacation sound appealing? You're going a little nuts?
At least you don't resemble this guy...in the rain, he's gonna rust. (That's 'look old' in robot speak)
Well, let me be there to help a lending hand. Push your buttons back in. Take your hand. Share a smile.
Cuz in robot land, there are no stereotypes. George Lucas writes your rhymes. And all good children go to bed. Early.