Hey lady, you lady

cursin' at your life

you're a discontented mother

and a regimented wife

I've no doubt

you dream about

the things you'll never do

but I wish someone

had talked to me

like I wanna talk to you

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 spent my life exploring

the subtle whoring that

costs too much to be free

Hey lady

I've been to paradise...

but I've never been to me...

ooh...

I've been to paradise...

I've been to Georgia

and California and

anywhere I could run

I've been to paradise...

I've been to nice

and the Isle of Greece

while I sipped

champagne on a yacht

I've been to paradise

but I've never been to me...