Home Stretch Lyrics - 7 Mary 3

Yeah you in your mother's new shoes 

Bet you like them as much as her blues 

Don't 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's to the weak and the manor born) 

Like a trick that you've fallen for 

You recognize me because 

There's 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's new shoes 

Bet you like them as much as her blues 

Don't tell anyone, but I'm 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's to the meek and the manner born) 

But like a trick that you've fallen for 

You recognize me because 

There's only one sound to love