Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life
You&9re a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I&9ve no doubt you dream about the things you&9ll never do
But, I wish someone had talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you.....
*Oh, I&9ve been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
I 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&9ve been to paradise but I&9ve never been to me*
Please lady, please lady, don&9t just walk away
&9Cause I have this need to tell you why I&9m all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won&9t you share a part of a weary heart that has lived million lies....
Oh, I&9ve been to Niece and the Isle of Greece while I&9ve sipped champagne on a yacht
I&9ve moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed &9em what I&9ve got
I&9ve been undressed by kings and I&9ve seen some things that a woman ain&9t supposed to see
I&9ve been to paradise, but I&9ve never been to me
[spoken]
Hey, you know what paradise is?
It&9s a lie, a fantasy we create about people and places as we&9d like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It&9s that little baby you&9re holding, it&9s that man you fought with this morning
The same one you&9re going to make love with tonight
That&9s truth, that&9s love......
Sometimes I&9ve been to crying for unborn children that might have made me complete
But I took the sweet life, I never knew I&9d be bitter from the sweet
I&9ve spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free
Hey lady......
I&9ve been to paradise,
But I&9ve never been to me