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Meet Lucy Jordan. She's the protagonist in Marianne Faithfull's iconic song of the same name, of course.

She's also one of the inspirations behind the shenanigans over at She's Got A Gun — the German language* home for a motley crew of zeitgeist-savvy badass women and girls.


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Single taken from
Marianne Faithfull's album
"Broken English"
 

B-Side: "Brain Drain"
Published: Oktober 26, 1979
Label: Island
Songwriter: Shel Silverstein
Producer: Mark Miller Mundy

Lyrics

The morning sun touched lightly on 
The eyes of Lucy Jordan 
In a white suburban bedroom 
In a white suburban town

And she lay there 'neath the covers 
Dreaming of a 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

So she let the phone keep ringing 
As she sat there softly singing 
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorized 
In her Daddy's easy chair

Her husband he's off to work 
And the kids are off to school 
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 street 
Screaming all the way 

At the age of 37 
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 
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorized 
In her Daddy's easy chair 

The evening sun touched gently on 
The eyes of Lucy Jordan 
On 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 he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd

At the age of 37 
She knew she'd found forever 
As she rode along through Paris  
With the warm wind in her hair