View credits, reviews, tracks and shop for the Vinyl release of I Enjoy Being A Girl on Discogs. Label: Island Records - • Format: Vinyl LP, Album • Country: US • Genre: Rock • Phranc - I Enjoy Being A Girl (, Vinyl) | Discogs.

Jul 25,  · More lyrics from the album. 20th Century Lee In a Young Girl's Mind • The Ballad of Lucy Jordan. An Old Lullaby. The Fool. See more. Exclusive offer. Get up to 3 months of free music. You will get 3 free months if you haven't already used an Apple Music free trial. Redeem your gift.

5. The Ballad of Lucy Lum - Lucy Lum is always chewing bubblegum, to say the least. 6. The Winter of My Storm - A slow song about the beauty of snowflakes. 7. God Don't Make Junk - "They can build themselves up by putting me down, but I know I'm okay 'cause God don't make junk." /5(2).

View credits, reviews, tracks and shop for the Cassette release of I Enjoy Being A Girl on Discogs. Label: Island Records - 7 • Format: Cassette Album • Country: US • Genre: Folk, World, & Country • Style: Folk3/5(1).

Aug 03,  · I Enjoy Being a Girl, an Album by Phranc. Released in on Island (catalog no. ; CD). Genres: Folk Rock/5(2).

I Enjoy Being a Girl is an album by folk singer-songwriter, Phranc, released in This album marked a turning point towards a more commercial radio-friendly sound for Phranc. Violent Femmes producer Victor DeLorenzo handled production duties and sales surpassed her debut album. The title track "I Enjoy Being A Girl" is a cover of a Rodgers and Hammerstein composition from the Genre: Folk, Folk rock.

"The Ballad of Lucy Jordan" is a song by American poet and songwriter Shel Silverstein. It was originally recorded by Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show, with the name spelled "Jordon".The song describes the disillusionment and mental deterioration of a suburban housewife, who climbs to a rooftop "when the laughter grew too loud".

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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 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.