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Apron strings |
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Hanging empty crazy things |
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My body tells me |
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I want someone to tie to my |
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Apron strings |
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Apron strings |
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Waiting for you pretty things |
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That I could call you |
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I want someone to tie to my |
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Lonely apron strings. |
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Your baby looks just like you when you were young |
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And he looks at me with eyes that shine |
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And I wish that he were mine |
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Then I go home |
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To my Apron strings |
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Cold and lonely, |
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For time brings thoughts that only |
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Will be quiet when someone clings to my apron strings. |
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And I'll be perfect in my own way |
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When you cry |
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I will be there |
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I'll sing to you and comb your hair |
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All your troubles |
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I will share |
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For apron strings |
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Can be used for other things |
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Than what they're meant for and you'd be happy wrapped in my |
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Apron strings |
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You'd be happy wrapped in my |
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Apron strings |
