This is not a dress rehearsal

This do or die

This is the final

Gear,greased

And must stay moving

When my daughter

Looks in my eye

Two things 1 I melt

2 I try and do what

She asks,so I had

To iron her dress

For her dance,don’t

Tell anyone I really

Should keep this

A secret,but I used

To work for my father

In dry cleaning plate

And I was taught how

To press cloths amongst

Everything else,so as

I gather myself with

A straw and a glass

When push comes

To shove you either

Melt or you press