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"The morning' sun touched lightly On the eyes of Lucy Jordan In her white suburban bedroom In her white suburban town As she lay there, neath the covers Dreaming of a thousand lovers' Til the world turned 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 And she let the phone keep ringing As she sat there softly singing' 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 on so many ways For her to spend the day She could clean the house for hours Or rearrange the flowers Or run naked down the shady street Screaming all the way 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 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 "