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You get embarrassed when you stand on me when everybody is watching. Women don't like to talk about the number they see on me. Everyone stands on me when nobody is around
I soar without wings I see without eyes. I've traveled the universe to and fro. I've conquered the world yet I've never been anywhere but home.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I have a face but no eyes hands but no arms.
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?