The Ballad of Lucy Jordan (Original Mix)
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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
'Til the world turned to 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
So she let the phone keep ringing
And she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised
In her daddy's easy chair
Her husband, he's off to work
And the kids were off to school
And there were, 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 she'd 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 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 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 she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair
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
'Til the world turned to 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
So she let the phone keep ringing
And she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised
In her daddy's easy chair
Her husband, he's off to work
And the kids were off to school
And there were, 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 she'd 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 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 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 she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.08] The morning sun touched lightly on
[00:22.18] The eyes of Lucy Jordan
[00:25.76] In a white suburban bedroom
[00:29.53] In a white suburban town
[00:33.54] As she lay there 'neath the covers
[00:37.34] Dreaming of a thousand lovers
[00:41.37] 'Til the world turned to orange
[00:45.55] And the room went spinning 'round
[00:51.59] At the age of thirty-seven
[00:55.68] She realised she'd never ride
[00:59.83] Through Paris in a sports car
[01:03.36] With the warm wind in her hair
[01:09.30] So she let the phone keep ringing
[01:13.37] And she sat there softly singing
[01:17.18] Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised
[01:21.22] In her daddy's easy chair
[01:27.67] Her husband, he's off to work
[01:31.30] And the kids were off to school
[01:35.65] And there were, oh, so many ways
[01:39.64] For her to spend the day
[01:43.25] She could clean the house for hours
[01:47.37] Or rearrange the flowers
[01:51.47] Or run naked through the shady street
[01:55.54] Screaming all the way
[01:59.27] At the age of thirty-seven
[02:03.47] She realised she'd never ride
[02:07.48] Through Paris in a sports car
[02:10.73] With the warm wind in her hair
[02:16.94] So she let the phone keep ringing
[02:20.98] As she sat there softly singing
[02:24.86] Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised
[02:28.82] In her daddy's easy chair
[02:31.98]
[02:39.07] The evening sun touched gently on
[02:43.02] The eyes of Lucy Jordan
[02:46.86] On the rooftop where she climbed
[02:50.00] When all the laughter grew too loud
[03:00.77] And she bowed and curtsied to the man
[03:04.83] Who reached and offered her his hand
[03:08.76] And he led her down to the long white car
[03:12.96] That waited past the crowd
[03:18.51] At the age of thirty-seven
[03:22.79] She knew she'd found forever
[03:26.53] As she rode along through Paris
[03:30.42] With the warm wind in her hair
[03:40.57]
[00:22.18] The eyes of Lucy Jordan
[00:25.76] In a white suburban bedroom
[00:29.53] In a white suburban town
[00:33.54] As she lay there 'neath the covers
[00:37.34] Dreaming of a thousand lovers
[00:41.37] 'Til the world turned to orange
[00:45.55] And the room went spinning 'round
[00:51.59] At the age of thirty-seven
[00:55.68] She realised she'd never ride
[00:59.83] Through Paris in a sports car
[01:03.36] With the warm wind in her hair
[01:09.30] So she let the phone keep ringing
[01:13.37] And she sat there softly singing
[01:17.18] Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised
[01:21.22] In her daddy's easy chair
[01:27.67] Her husband, he's off to work
[01:31.30] And the kids were off to school
[01:35.65] And there were, oh, so many ways
[01:39.64] For her to spend the day
[01:43.25] She could clean the house for hours
[01:47.37] Or rearrange the flowers
[01:51.47] Or run naked through the shady street
[01:55.54] Screaming all the way
[01:59.27] At the age of thirty-seven
[02:03.47] She realised she'd never ride
[02:07.48] Through Paris in a sports car
[02:10.73] With the warm wind in her hair
[02:16.94] So she let the phone keep ringing
[02:20.98] As she sat there softly singing
[02:24.86] Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised
[02:28.82] In her daddy's easy chair
[02:31.98]
[02:39.07] The evening sun touched gently on
[02:43.02] The eyes of Lucy Jordan
[02:46.86] On the rooftop where she climbed
[02:50.00] When all the laughter grew too loud
[03:00.77] And she bowed and curtsied to the man
[03:04.83] Who reached and offered her his hand
[03:08.76] And he led her down to the long white car
[03:12.96] That waited past the crowd
[03:18.51] At the age of thirty-seven
[03:22.79] She knew she'd found forever
[03:26.53] As she rode along through Paris
[03:30.42] With the warm wind in her hair
[03:40.57]