The morning sun touched lightly on

In a white suburban bedroom

In a white suburban town

As she lay there 'neath the covers

Dreaming of a thousand lovers

'Till the world turned to orange

And the room went spinning round

And she sat there softly singing

Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised

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 the day

She could clean the house for hours

Or rearrange the flowers

Or run naked through the shady street

Screaming all the way

As she sat there softly singing

Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised

The evening sun touched gently on

On the roof top 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

She knew she'd found forever

As she rode along through Paris