The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan (Original Mix)

The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan (Original Mix) - 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 shed 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 shed

Memorised in her daddys easy chair

Her husband hes off to work

And the kids are off to school

And there are oh so many ways

For her to spend the day

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 shed 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 shed memorised

In her daddys easy chair

The evening sun touched gently on

The eyes of lucy jordan

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 shed found forever

As she rode along through paris

With the warm wind in her hair