Ballad Of Lucy Jordon
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The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordon
In her white suburban bedroom in her white suburban town
As she lay there neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turn to orange and the room went spinning round
At the age of thirty-seven she realized she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
And she left that phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorize in her daddy's easy chair
Her husband was off to work and the kids were off to school
There were also many ways for her to spend the day
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked down the shady street screaming all the way
At the age of thirty-seven...
The evening touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordon
On the rooftop 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 took her down to the long white car that waited pass 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
With the wind in her hair with the wind in her hair
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