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 I've been to Georgia and California, oh, 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 s'posed to see
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to
me
[spoken:]
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 cost too much to be free
Hey lady, I've been to paradise, but I've never
been to me
I've been to paradise - never been to me
(I've been to Georgia and California, oh, anywhere
I could run)
I've been to paradise - never been to me
(I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece while
I sipped champagne on a yacht)
I've been to paradise - never been to me
