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The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan - Hanne Boel
The morning sun touched lightly
On the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In her white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers
Dreaming of a thousand lovers
'Til the world turned to orange
And the room went spinnin' round
At the age of 37
She realised she'd never ride through Paris
In a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair
And she let the phone keep ringin' as
She sat there softly singin'
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised
In her daddy's easy chair
Her husband he was off to work
And the kids were off to school
And there were oh so many ways
For her to spend her 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 37
She realised she'd never ride through Paris
In a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair
So she let that phone keep ringin'
As she sat there softly singin'
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 rooftop where she'd climbed
When all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtseyed to the man
Who reached and offered her his hand
And led her down to the long white car
That waited past the crowd
At the age of 37 she knew she'd knew
Forever as she rode along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair
