The mornin' sun touched lightly
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On the eyes of Lucy Jordan
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In her white suburban bedroom
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In her white suburban town
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As she lay there, neath the covers
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Dreamin of a thousand lovers'
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Til the world turned orange
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And the room went spinnin' round
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At the age of thirty-seven
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She realised she'd never ride
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Through Paris in a sportscar
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With the warm wind in her hair
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And she let the phone keep ringing
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As she sat there softly singin'
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Pretty nurs'ry rhymes she'd memorised
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In her daddy's easy chair
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Her husband he was off to work
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And the kids were off to school
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And there were on so many ways
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For her to spend the day
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She could clean the house for hours
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Or rearrange the flowers
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Or run naked down the shady street
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Screamin' all the way
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The evenin' sun touched gently on
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The eyes of Lucy Jordan
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On the rooftop where she climbed
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When all the laughter grew too loud
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And she bowed and curtseyed to the man
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Who reached and offered her his hand
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And led her down to the long white car
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That waited past the crowd
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The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
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| Belinda Carlisle |
