Karaoke Track: Ballad Of Lucy Jordan by Marianne Faithfull (Sunfly)

The morning sun
touched lightly
on the eyes
of Lucy J ordan

In a White suburban
bedroom

in a White suburban
town

As she lay there

&#39;neath the covers,
dreaming of a

thousand lovers

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Till the world turned

to orange and the
room went spinning
round

At the age of thirty-seven

She realised She&#39;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&#39;d memorised in her

daddy&#39;s easy chair

Her husband,

he&#39;s off to work

and the kids are
off to school

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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&#39;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&#39;d memorised in her

daddy&#39;s easy chair

The evening sun
touched gently on
the eyes of Lucy Jordan

On the rooftop Where She
climbed When all the

laughter grew too loud

And She bowed and
curtsied t0 the man
Who reached and

oHered 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&#39;d found

forever as She rode
along through Paris With
the warm Wind

in her hair