Answer:
With head without hair. With mouth without tooth.
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat. And your heart grow cold. I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
My flavors ranges from strawberry to toe.