Answer:
I have three feet but no arms or legs
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
What can fill a room but takes up no space?
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
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 do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?