The Magpie

High school ring
High school ring
Who would have guessed it was a homicidal thing
Crying crying crying on your front porch swing
Eyes swollen up like a yellowjacket sting
Call him a thief, call him a crook
Youll never get back what the magpie took
Call him a raven, call him a rook
Youll never get back what the magpie took
Your boyfriend’s mean
Your boyfriend’s mean
I swear, I swear, I swear I didn’t say anything
Your grandmothers silver
You kept it so clean
And those dark glasses, can you see what I mean
Call him a thief, call him a crook
Youll never get back what the magpie took
Call him a raven, call him a rook
Youll never get back what the magpie took