Speaking of Faithful, this is the tune that made me take a second hear to what she had to sing:

THE BALLAD OF LUCY JORDAN - recorded by Marianne Faithful

The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In her white suburban bedroom in her white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
And world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.

At the age of thirty-seven she realized she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorized in her daddy's easy chair.

Her husband was off to work and the kids were off to school
And there were oh-so-many ways for her to spend day
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 thirty-seven she realized she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorized in her daddy's easy chair.

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
From the rooftop where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand
And led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.

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

I've typed it in from memory. Feel free to correct.

As always,

Sheye

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 22-Jan-02.