Maggie Cassidy

She likes to drink her coffee on the quiet side of town
Where the silent don’t feel lonely
Though there’s no one else around
And she sits and wonders if she’s on her own or all alone
She likes to drink her coffee on the quiet side of town
She only reads the paper when she’s had too much to drink
And she gets all high and mighty
And from the mountain tops she sings
This world is all in shambles and the man atop’s a prick
She only reads the paper when she’s had too much to drink
And Maggie Cassidy
She’s gold to the bone
Oh, Maggie Cassidy
I love her, oh I love her
Yeah, I love her so
She’s got those little tattoos she says don’t mean a thing
Triangles on her forearms cause she loves geometry
And oh, my dear Maggie, will you at least tell me a tale
She’s got those little tattoos she says don’t mean a thing
And Maggie Cassidy
She’s gold to the bone
Oh, Maggie Cassidy
I love her, oh I love her
Yeah, I love her so
But the boys used to say Jack and Maggie’s no good
«She got you all broke and had»
But always stay dreaming about the touch of her lips
I never heard, I never heard a word they said
And Maggie Cassidy
She’s gold to the bone
Oh, Maggie Cassidy
I love her, oh I love her
Yeah, I love her so