The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
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(Thelma and Louise OST)
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Sung by Marianne Faithfull
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The morning sun touched lightly on
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The eyes of Lucy Jordan
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In a white suburban bedroom
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In a white suburban town
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And she lay there neath the covers
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Dreaming of a thousand lovers
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Til the world turned to orange
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And the room went spinning round
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At the age of 37
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She realized she'd never ride
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Through Paris in a sports car
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With the warm wind in her hair
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So she let the phone keep ringing
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As she sat there softly singing
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Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorized
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In her Daddy's easy chair
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Her husband he's off to work
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And the kids are off to school
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And there were oh so many ways
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For her to spend her days
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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 through the shady street
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Screaming all the way
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At the age of 37
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She realized she'd never ride
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Through Paris in a sports car
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With the warm wind in her hair
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So she let the phone keep ringing
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As she sat there softly singing
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Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorized
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In her Daddy's easy chair
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The evening 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 curtsied to the man
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Who reached and offered her his hand
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And he led her down to the long white car
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That waited past the crowd
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At the age of 37
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She knew she'd found forever
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As she rode along through Paris
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With the warm wind in her hair
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The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan ¡Ú°³ª·ç ¹æ¼Û ¡Ú
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Marianne Faithfull |