Apron strings hanging so 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