The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan Lyrics - Marianne Faithfull

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 are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day. 

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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 

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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 ...