Yeah you in your mother's new shoes Bet you like them as much as her blues Don't tell anyone - but I plan to move The first time you look away Tell me the new apron strings Taste to you, yes My pretty young things You tell me that hatred is king (it's to the weak and the manor born)
Like a trick that you've fallen for, You recognize me because: There's only one sound to love
Tell me you in your mother's new shoes Bet you like them as much as her blues Don't tell anyone, but I'm born to move Like the first star you ever saw.
Tell me the new apron strings Trace to you, yeah. My pitied young things I tell you that love can be king (it's to the meek and the manner born).
But like a trick that you've fallen for You recognize me because: There's only one sound to love
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