Apron strings 
Hanging 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