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The morning sun touched gently on
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the eyes of Lucy Jordan

in a white suburban bedroom
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in a white suburban town.
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As she lay there 'neath the covers
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dreaming of a thousand lovers
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till the world turned to orange
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and the room went spinning round.

        A5
At the age of thirty-seven
       E5
she realized she'd never ride

through Paris in a sports car
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with the worm 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
       B5
the nursery rhymes she'd memorize
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in her daddy's easy chair.

                            E5
Her husband is off to work
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and the kids are off to school

and there were oh so many ways
     B5                   B5
for her to spend a day.

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She could clean the house for hours
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or re-arrange the flowers
    B5
or make it through the shady stream
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screaming all the way.

        A5
At the age of thirty-seven
       E5
she realized she'd never ride

through Paris in a sports car
                           B5
with the worm wind in her hair.

        E5                          E5
So she let the phone keep ringing
        A5                  E5
as she sat there softly singing
       B5
the nursery rhymes she'd memorize
         A5            E5
in her daddy's easy chair.

                                  E5
The evening sun touched gently on
     A5             E5
the eyes of Lucy Jordan

on the roof top where she climbed
                                B5     B5
when all the laughter grew too loud.

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And she bowed and cursed to the man
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who reached out ... off to her his hands
     B5
and led her down to a long white car
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that waited, past the crowd.

        A5
At the age of thirty-seven
     E5
she knew that she'd found heaven

as she rode along through Paris
                           B5
with the worm wind in her hair.