Ballad of Lucy Jordan
The morning sun touched
- The morning sun touched
- Lightly on the eyes of lucy jordan
- In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
- As she lay there 'neath the covers
- Dreaming of a thousand lovers
- Till the world turned to orange
- And the room went spinning round
- At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
- Ride through paris in a sports car
- With the warm wind in her hair
- So she let the phone keep ringing
- And she sat there softly singing
- Little nursery rhymes
- She'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair
- Her husband he's off to work
- And the kids are off to school
- And there are
- Oh so many ways for her to spend the day
- She could clean the house for hours
- Or rearrange the flowers
- Or run naked through the shady street
- Screaming all the way
- At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
- Ride through paris in a sports car
- With the warm wind in her hair
- So she let the phone keep ringing as
- She sat there softly singing
- Pretty nursery rhymes
- She'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair
- The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of lucy jordan
- On the roof top where she climbed
- When all the laughter grew too loud
- And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached
- And offered her his hand
- And he led her down to the long white car
- That waited past the crowd
- At the age of thirty-seven
- She knew she'd found forever
- As she rode along
- Through paris with the warm wind in her hair
Let's listen to my solo!
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