Yeah you in your motherâ??s new shoes
bet you like them as much as her blues
Donâ??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
(Itâ??s to the weak and the manor born)

Like a trick that youâ??ve fallen for,
you recognize me because:
thereâ??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 motherâ??s new shoes
bet you like them as much as her blues
Donâ??t tell anyone, but Iâ??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
(Itâ??s to the meek and the manner born).

But like a trick that youâ??ve fallen for
you recognize me because:
thereâ??s only one sound to love