Motel: Dear sweet sewing machine,
I will promise to love,
Honor, and keep you polished and clean.
Oiled, greased, all you can eat.
If you will turn my satin and silk into sugar and salt.
Tzietel: Butter and milk.
And maybe a toy, a baby should have a toy.
Both: You have suffered neglect.
Our Love maybe before not anymore.
We need you if we're to make Old ends meet.
Do you know what you are?
Dear sweet sewing machine you'll come to me our own Salavar
Motel: Pots
Tzietel: Pans
Motel: Blankets and sheets
Tzietel: Cabbage and beats
Motel: Corn
Tzietel: Raisins and dates
Motel: Plums
Tzietel: Pears
Motel: Pitchers and plates
Tzietel: Tables and chairs
Both: And farther away a room of our own someday.
What if you're second hand?
Motel: Scratched
Tzietel: Worn
Both: You're still the best we've ever seen!
So welcome sewing machine to are home.
