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The Ballad of Jordan

The morning sun touched lightly on the of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban in a white suburban town
As she lay 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
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 car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she´d memorised in her daddy's chair.

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

At the age of she realised she´d never ride
Through Paris in a car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

The evening sun touched 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 down to the long white car that past the crowd.

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