And she lay there neath the covers.Dreaming of the thousand lovers .Til the world turned to orange.And the room went spinning round.
At the age of 37.She realized she`d never ride.Through Paris in a sports car.
With the warm wind in her hair.
Her husband`s off to work
and there were oh so many ways.For her to spend her days.
She could clean the house for hours.Or rearrange the flowers.
Or run naked through the shady streets.Screaming all the way.
At the age of 37 she realized she`d never ride,through paris in a sportscar.
With the warm wind in her hair.
The evening sun touched gently.The eyes of lucy jordan,on the rooftop
where she climbed.When all the laughter grew too loud.
At the age of 37.She knew she`d found forever.
as she road along through Paris.with the warm wind in her hair.
At the age of 37.She realized she`d never ride.Through Paris in a sports car.
With the warm wind in her hair.
Her husband`s off to work
and there were oh so many ways.For her to spend her days.
She could clean the house for hours.Or rearrange the flowers.
Or run naked through the shady streets.Screaming all the way.
At the age of 37 she realized she`d never ride,through paris in a sportscar.
With the warm wind in her hair.
The evening sun touched gently.The eyes of lucy jordan,on the rooftop
where she climbed.When all the laughter grew too loud.
At the age of 37.She knew she`d found forever.
as she road along through Paris.with the warm wind in her hair.
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