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

Bye bye Bye bye Bye baby Good
Bye bye Bye bye Bye baby Good
Bye bye Bye bye Bye baby Good-bye

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