I'm ironing myself every time as straight as possible
the flat iron is my best secret weapon
reality isn't so straight
but I can't show you my wrinkles
I'm loving irregularity, messiness and wrinkles
but i have an endless need hide them from you
again, a new day and I'm lying on an ironing board
the flat iron is working and soon I'm straight again
But suddenly I'm feeling hullabaloo, that wants to get out of me
one wrinkle is already visible
soon I'm covered with wrinkles
we see each other and the flat iron will break
and our world is changing sapid and plain
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