Yeah you in your mother抯 new shoes bet you like them as much as her blues Don抰 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抯 to the weak and the manor born)
Like a trick that you抳e fallen for, you recognize me because: there抯 only one sound to love
Tell me you in your mother抯 new shoes bet you like them as much as her blues Don抰 tell anyone, but I抦 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抯 to the meek and the manner born).
But like a trick that you抳e fallen for you recognize me because: there抯 only one sound to love