Maggie

Her name was Maggie, not Mae or McGill She lived on the other side of the hill She's counting her blessings while he's counting sheep Maggie was a good girl, so good she makes you fall asleep Maggie seems tired of trying to please Never needs nothing, there's nothing to give her She steps into wrong boots, don't look at her feet She's staring at me as I look out the window Karate with limes, fake French and guitars Pesto at five, then pacha sunrise But I can't deny, it's the end of this line we drew Lazy lay hazy and watch it all fade A suitor swings in singing Lay Lady Lay You look at him funny As we turn away Maggie you're a good girl, at least for today Now I've seen all her sides, through grapevines and glass eyes The strongest of opiates wouldn't leave a hint of a good time I've tried and tried, oh Maggie goodbye Whoever you are girl, don't miss your flight Karate with limes, fake French and guitars Pesto at five, then pacha sunrise But I can't deny, it's the end of this line we drew Maggie goodbye, it's the end of this line we drew