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