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The Ballad of Lucy

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

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

Her husband, he's off to work and the are off to school,
And are, oh, so many 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 never ride
Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

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

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