Home Stretch - Seven Mary Three

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