Caught out ironing!!

Non mais franchement, ce qu'il me fait faire...

Led by her shaking hand
It can feel her burning pain
Along the board
It knows that it can
Nothing at all

Another tear's dropping on
It steams it off, quickly gone
She is chained
To a manly man
Not an iron

Will she notice
What it feels for her
It would promise
To never burn her


It slides around and soothes folds
Of delicate materials
Though its knob bleeds
For her crumpled soul
Is beyond reach

So it sighs steaming out
In a light warming cloud
Shutting in
What it wants to shout
And keeps sliding

Not fine enough
It's a freaky wire
It would switch off
For one of her smiles