Apron strings hanging so empty, crazy things my body tells me, I want
someone to tie to my apron strings.
Apron strings waiting for you, pretty things that I could call you, I want
someone to tie to my lonely apron strings.
Your baby looks just like you when you were young, and he looks at me with
eyes that shine and I wish that he were mine, then I go home to my apron
strings, cold and lonely, for time brings thoughts that only will be quiet
when someone clings to my apron strings.
And I’ll be perfect in my own way – when you cry I will be there, I’ll sing
to you and comb your hair, all your troubles I will share.
For apron strings can be used for other things than what they’re meant for,
and you’d be happy wrapped in my apron strings, you’d be happy wrapped in my
apron strings.
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