Lyric discussion by EccoQua 

Cover art for The Ballad of Lucy Jordan lyrics by Marianne Faithfull

This song could have been written about my ex-wife. She too was mentally unstable, and used to run to the upstairs room when she was upset, and lie in a foetal position on the floor, rocking back and forth for hours, while singing softly to herself. She did actually run naked through the street, many times, although laughing, not screaming.

Than she had an affair with a friend of mine, so I kicked her out, and after a short while, when he realised what she was really like, so did he. She tried desperately to come back. Her depression worsened.

One day she called me, sounding so blissfully happy, and saying that I should call her tomorrow. When I finally realised what that all meant, the long white car had already been and gone. She had already seen Paris though. Oh, and, she was 37 (not joking).

@EccoQua I just read your story. Sounds like fiction, while it was true and real life for you... Pity for you, and also for her.