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The of Lucy Jordan

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

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d ride
Through Paris in a sports car the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
nursery rhymes she´d memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

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

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

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Jordan
the top where she climbed when 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 car that waited past the crowd.

At the age of she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through with the warm wind in her hair...