Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your lifeYou're a discontented mother and a regimented wifeI've no doubt you dream about the things you never doBut I wish someone had to talk to me like I wanna talk to youI've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could runTucked the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sunBut I ran out of places and friendly facesBecause I'm not the only oneBecause I had to be freeI've been to paradise but I've never been to mePlease lady, please lady, don't just walk awayCause I have this need to tell youWhy I'm all alone todayI can see so much of me still living in your eyesWon't you share the part of a weary heart that has lived a million livesOh, I've been to Nice and the Isle of GraceWhere they sip champagne on a yachtAnd move my hollow in Monte CarloAnd show them what I've doneOh, I've been on a tourist bike caseAnd I've seen some things that a woman ain't supposed to seeI've been to paradise but I've never been to meHey, you know what paradise is?It's a lieA fantasy rewritten by people in places you left them to beBut you know what truth is?This is the little baby you're holding, and it's the man you fought with this morning, and 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 built from the sweet.I'd spend my life exploring a certain hole, and that cost too much to be free, hey lady, I've been to paradise.I've been to paradise, but I've never been to New York or California, anywhere I could run.I've been to paradise, never been to New York or California, anywhere I could run.I've been to paradise, but I've never been to New York or California, anywhere I could run.I've been to paradise, never been to me