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I have feet on my head
Crooked as a rainbow and slick as a plate ten thousand horses can't pull me straight.
I may be made of metal bone or wood and have many teeth. My bite hurts no one and the ladies love me.
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil. What am I?
I taste better than I smell. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?