Never thought you'd do something so low
When it happened I thought, let this not be so
The diamond ring you gave
twelve years before that day
you stole from out of my luggage
before you brought it up the stairs

And when I found out
half a world away
You screamed and swore
and denied it that day
but then some how, some way
You managed to find it--ay?

You sent it to me like a letter bomb
All wrapped in layers and tape much to long
And box inside box like a Russian doll
And that was bad, but that's not all

The last box was one made
for the storage of nails
the kind that build houses
or the kind you put in bombs
And with you, there was really something wrong