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Marianne Faithfull – The Ballad of Lucy Jordan – 1979

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    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 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
    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

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