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