Hey lady, you lady, Cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do
But I wish someone had a talk to me like I wanna talk to you
Ooh-ooh, I've been to Georgia and California
And anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me
Please lady, please lady, don't just walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lies
Oh I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece
While I sipped Champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things
That a woman ain't supposed to see
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me
Hey, you know what paradise is
It's a lie, a fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be
But you know what truth is
It's that little baby you're holding
And it's that man you fought with this morning
The same one you're going to make love with tonight
That's truth, that's love
Sometimes I've been to cryin' for unborn children that might have made me complete
But I, I took the sweet life and never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that cost too much to be free
Hey lady I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee
I've been to paradise - never been to m
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