I have a door but no lock, a space for your thoughts but no mind. I'm where your secrets are kept, but I never speak a word.

I can have holes, but I'm no sponge I can have armor, but I'm no knight I'm where you're scheduled to be buried If you've lost me, you don't know what you're doing

I was popular in the eighties When fitness was on brand! Put me on to keep dry Or use me when you join a hairband!

Mexican jumping, or green in a can, I’m a cute little thing, and can extend your lifespan!

I have a heartbeat made of traffic, a voice made up of countless tongues. Though built of stone, glass, and steel, I seem alive to everyone.