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
I ve been to Georgia and California, anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preach 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
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
(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 crying 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