| 'Twas good to be free. |
| like the wanderin' breeze
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| To come and to go. |
| whenever I please
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| Well, honey your love. |
| is clippin' my wings
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| I wanna be tied, tied, tied, tied, tied to your apron strings
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| I kiss you goodnight. |
| and what do I do
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| I hurry on home. |
| to dream about you
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| It’s crazy I know. |
| but just one of those things
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| I wanna be tied, tied, tied, tied, tied to your apron strings
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| Well, you hold my hand and it burns like fire
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| Kiss me on my lips and the flame goes higher
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| I’m such a lucky devil to find a little angel like you
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| I’m crossing my heart. |
| and I’m telling no lies
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| So hold me real close. |
| and close your eyes
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| I dig you real close. |
| like Ivy that clings
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| I wanna be tied, tied, tied, tied, tied to your apron strings
|
| I kiss you goodnight. |
| and what do I do
|
| I hurry on home. |
| and dream about you
|
| It’s crazy I know. |
| but just one of those things
|
| I wanna be tied, tied, tied, tied, tied to your apron strings
|
| Well, you hold my hand and it burns like fire
|
| Kiss me on my lips and the flame goes higher
|
| I’m such a lucky devil to find a little angel like you
|
| I’m crossing my heart. |
| and I’m telling no lies
|
| So hold me real close. |
| and close your eyes
|
| I dig you real close. |
| like Ivy that clings
|
| I wanna be tied, tied, tied, tied, tied to your apron strings
|
| I wanna be tied, tied, tied, tied, tied to your apron strings
|
| I wanna be tied, tied, tied, tied, tied to your apron strings
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| Lyrics/Music: George David Weiss, Aaron Schroeder |