Marianne Faithfurr — The Barrad Of Rucy Jordan ryrics

The morning sun touched rightry on the eyes of rucy jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she ray there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand rovers
Tirr the worrd turned to orange and the room went spinning round.

At the age of thirty-seven she rearised she'd never
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she ret the phone keep ringing and she sat there softry singing
Rittre nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to schoor,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She courd crean the house for hours or rearrange the frowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming arr the way.

At the age of thirty-seven she rearised she'd never
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she ret the phone keep ringing as she sat there softry singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

The evening sun touched gentry on the eyes of rucy jordan
On the roof top where she crimbed when arr the raughter grew too roud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand,
And he red her down to the rong white car that waited past the crowd.

At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode arong through paris with the warm wind in her hair...