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Don't call pretty Peggy, she can't hear you no more
Don't leave no message 'round her back door
They say the old laughing lady been here before
She don't keep time, she don't count score
You can't have a cupboard if there ain't no wall
You got to move, there's no time left to stall
They say the old laughing lady dropped by to call
When she leaves, she leaves nothing at all
See the drunkard of the village falling on the street
Can't tell his ankles from the rest of his feet
He loves his old laughing lady, 'cause her taste is so sweet
But his laughing lady's lovin' ain't the kind he can keep
There's a fever on the freeway, blacks out the night
There's a slipping on the stairway, just don't feel right
And there's a rumbling in the bedroom and a flashing of light
There's the old laughing lady, everything is alright
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