Apron Strings

Apron strings

Hanging 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