Seamstress for the band–apologies to Elton John

Tiny Dancer-2-2

Sew my clothes up tiny dancer.

Make the hemlines high! That’s my way!

Don’t skip town and leave me hangin’.

You’re mad. This is the way you earn your pay.

 

I don’t know. It just came to me while I was staring mindlessly at Katie’s sewing machine with my aunt Janie’s pincushion doll standing on it.