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The Ballad of Jordan

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

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d never
Through Paris in a sports car 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 easy chair.

Her husband, he's off to and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many for her to spend the day.
She could the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady 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 keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd in her daddy's easy chair.

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

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