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The Ballad of Lucy

The sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white town
As she lay there 'neath the covers of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the went spinning round.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d never
Through Paris in a sports car with the warm in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there singing
Little nursery rhymes memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

Her husband, off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street all the way.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d ride
Through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her easy chair.

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Jordan
the roof top where she climbed when all the grew too loud
bowed and curtsied to the man who and offered her his hand,
And he led her to the long white car that waited past the crowd.

At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd forever
As she rode along through Paris the warm wind in her hair...