The Magpie - Bishop Allen

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