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MI MI7
The morning sun touched gently on
LA MI
the eyes of Lucy Jordan
in a white suburban bedroom
SI SI7
in a white suburban town.
MI MI7
As she lay there 'neath the covers
LA MI
dreaming of a thousand lovers
SI SI7
till the world turned to orange
MI MI7
and the room went spinning round.
LA
At the age of thirty-seven
MI
she realized she'd never ride
through Paris in a sports car
SI
with the worm wind in her hair.
MI MI7
So she let the phone keep ringing
LA MI
as she sat there softly singing
SI
the nursery rhymes she'd memorize
LA MI
in her daddy's easy chair.
MI7
Her husband is off to work
LA MI
and the kids are off to school
and there were oh so many ways
SI SI7
for her to spend a day.
MI MI7
She could clean the house for hours
LA MI
or re-arrange the flowers
SI
or make it through the shady stream
MI
screaming all the way.
LA
At the age of thirty-seven
MI
she realized she'd never ride
through Paris in a sports car
SI
with the worm wind in her hair.
MI MI7
So she let the phone keep ringing
LA MI
as she sat there softly singing
SI
the nursery rhymes she'd memorize
LA MI
in her daddy's easy chair.
MI7
The evening sun touched gently on
LA MI
the eyes of Lucy Jordan
on the roof top where she climbed
SI SI7
when all the laughter grew too loud.
MI MI7
And she bowed and cursed to the man (?)
LA MI
who reached out ... off to her his hands (?)
SI
and led her down to a long white car (?)
MI MI7
that waited, past the crowd.
LA
At the age of thirty-seven
MI
she knew that she'd found heaven
as she rode along through Paris
SI
with the worm wind in her hair.
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