Evil Eye Josh Ritter

He’ll laugh and say that he can’t sleep
And he don’t know the reason why
Maybe it’s the evil eye
Oh, that awful, evil eye

Remember how he used to hold you close
Now in the middle of the night
Oh, the evil eye
Oh, that awful, evil eye

Someone must really have it in for him
The way they’re sticking him with pins
Oh, ooh

We know he’s sick but we can’t be sure
Still from everything I’ve heard
It’s hard to cure the evil eye
Oh, the evil eye

Has he lost weight? Have his lips gone pale?
Covered in little white lies
Oh, the evil eye
Oh, the evil eye

You’ve got me worrying about your health
Cause you don’t look so good yourself
Oh, ooh