(Shel Silverstein)

The mornin' 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 down
the shady street screaming all the way
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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 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 found forever as
they rode along through Paris With the warm wind
in her hair Ooooohhh yes with the wind in her hair
oooooohhhh......

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