Hey lady, you lady/ cursing 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/ 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'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 million lies.
Ooh I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece/ while I've sipped champagne on a yacht/ I've 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 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 crying for unborn children/ that might have made me complete/ but I.....I took the sweet life/ I never knew/ I'd be bitter from the sweet/ I've 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...

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