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The Ballad of Lucy

The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy
In a white suburban in a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room 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 softly
Little nursery rhymes she´d memorised in her easy chair.

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

At the age of she realised 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 sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter too loud
bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and her his hand,
And he led her to the long white car that waited past the crowd.

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