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In her white suburban bedroom, in a white suburban town&#13;
As she lay there 'neath the covers, dreaming of a thousand lovers&#13;
'Til the world turned to orange and the room went spinnin' round&#13;
&#13;
At the age of 37, she realised she'd never ride through Paris&#13;
In a sports car, with the warm wind in her hair&#13;
And she let the phone keep ringin' as she sat there softly singin'&#13;
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair&#13;
&#13;
Her husband, he was off to work, and the kids were off to school&#13;
And there were oh so many ways for her to spend her day&#13;
She could clean the house for hours, or rearrange the flowers&#13;
Or run naked down the shady street screaming all the way&#13;
&#13;
At the age of 37, she realised she'd never ride through Paris&#13;
In a sports car, with the warm wind in her hair&#13;
And she let that phone keep ringin' as she sat there softly singin'&#13;
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair&#13;
&#13;
The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan&#13;
On the rooftop where she'd climbed when all the laughter grew too loud&#13;
And she bowed and curtseyed to the man, who reached and offered her his hand&#13;
And led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd&#13;
&#13;
At the age of 37, she knew she'd found forever as they rode along through Paris&#13;
With the warm wind in her hair&#13;
Ooooohhh yes with the wind in her hair oooooohhhh......&#13;
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