Not a stranger to love, both of us know the rules. Commitment is needed; no one else can give it to you. They needs to tell you their feelings, so that you can understand...

I wear a mask but I’m not a thief. I have tiny hands and climb with ease. You’ll find me near trash or in the trees. What Am I?

If you want me to eat, you got to kick my head. But not too hard, I need to make room for the dead.

I relieve you of your pains, but some people are disgusted by me. Everyone must use me more than once every day.

Found in a bog, chillin' on a log, kero! kero!