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The of Lucy Jordan

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

At the age of she realised she´d never ride
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 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 through the shady street screaming all the way.

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 as she sat softly singing
nursery 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 when all the laughter grew too loud
bowed and to the man who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car waited past the crowd.

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