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Marianne Faithfull - The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
Various Artists
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The morning sun touched lightly on
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The eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town
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As she lay there 'neath the covers
Dreaming of a thousand lovers
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'Till the world turned to orange
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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
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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 were, 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
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The eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed
When all the laughter grew too loud
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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
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