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