I promise new wonders, I beckon with flair, But open me once - you’ve been caught unaware. My roots are melodic, my purpose is play, I’ve been fooling the web since the MySpace days. What am I?

I am shaped by months and days, but I do not keep track of years. People often mark events on me.

I have a tongue, but I do not have a tooth. I am often seen in stores for hoof.

You probably own me, and I hold your garments with pride. Knowing or unknowingly, some people hide inside.

I have a bed but never sleep, I have a mouth but never speak. I run all day and night, But never get weary