I'm streate hanging empty

Crazy things

My body tells me

I want someone to tie to my lonely

Apron strings

Apron strings

Waiting for you

Pretty things

That i could call you

I want someone to tie to my lonely

Apron strings

He'd look just like me when I was young

And I wonder as the days unwind

Will he have your eyes or mine

Then i wake up 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'll 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