Lucy Jordan taby ukulele według Dr Hook

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The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan 

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In her white suburban bedroom, in a white suburban town 

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As she lay there beneath the covers, dreaming of a thousand lovers 

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Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round 

 

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At the age of 37, she realized she'd never ride through Paris

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In a sports car, with the warm wind in her hair 

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And she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing 

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Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorized in her daddy's easy chair 

 

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Her husband, he was off to work, and the kids were off to school 

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And there were oh so many ways for her to spend her day 

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She could clean the house for hours, or rearrange the flowers 

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Or run naked down the shady street screaming all the way 

 

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At the age of 37, she realized she'd never ride through Paris

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In a sports car, with the warm wind in her hair 

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And she let that phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing 

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Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorized in her daddy's easy chair 

 

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The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan 

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On the rooftop where she'd climbed when all the laughter grew too loud 

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And she bowed and curtseyed to the man, who reached and offered her his hand 

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And led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd 

 

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At the age of 37, she knew she'd found forever as they rode along through Paris 

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With the warm wind in her hair 

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Ooooohhh yes with the wind in her hair oooooohhhh......