So my apron strings have come untiedBoth dangling loose down by my sidesUnraveled at wits endNot wanting to defendWhy my apron strings have come untiedStill, my apron strings have come untied‘Cause of this to you I will confideI have an urge to flySink in the soft blue skyWhile my apron strings remain untiedSo my apron strings have come untiedIt’s come down to this: I must decideForever by duty boundWhen you turn back ‘roundFind my apron strings will be retied
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The paintings are beautiful Emily! Good luck with the show!!
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