Bishop Allen - The Magpie lyrics

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 didnt say anything. Your grandmothers silver, You kept it so clean. And those dark gla**es, 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.