Answer:
I canβt go left I canβt go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high.
A thousand wheels, but move I do not. Call me what I am, call me a lot. What am I?
Teenage girls are pros at creating me. Learn me in classes.
What is easy to spot but hard to find?
What color can you eat?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?