Cedar shakes and a slate roof on a house on the hill
Bird's beak lock on the gate, a bra** knocker and still
She shuffles credit cards to pay a monthly bill
Paints her nails, curls her hair
With all that time to spare
Laura Lee
Oh, Laura Lee
Laura Lee
They named her Laura Lee
She has the kind of man who tucks his tee-shirt in his jeans
Drives a Pontiac, won't talk back, at least so it seems
Scale models in the basement, Lionel trains
She never knows
When he comes home
Or where he goes
Oh, she hasn't slept for a year and a day
Wanders the halls with a gla** of Chardonnay
Years have pa**ed, left its mark
She prefers the dark
Laura Lee
Oh, Laura Lee
Laura Lee
They named her Laura Lee
Now she sits in the house with a dog that no one will walk
Waits on her mother to call at ten to talk
She never winds no more her Tiffany clock
The days go by
Laura Lee
She wasn't even 23
If she hadn't gone out that day
If she looked the other way
If she only was here today
If I could give it all away