Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life You're a discontented mother and a regimented wifeI've no doubt you dream about the things you never do But I wish someone had to talk to me like I want to talk to youOoh, I've been to Georgia and California And anywhere I could runTook the hand of a preacher man And we made love in the sunBut I ran out of places and friendly faces Because I had to be freeI've been to paradise but I've never been to mePlease lady, please lady, don't just walk away Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone todayI 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 livesOoh, I've been to Nice and the Isle of Grace But I sip champagne on the yachtI moved like Harlow and Monte Carlo And showed them what I've gotI've been undressed by kings And I've seen some things that a woman is supposed to seeI've been to paradise but I've never been to meSometimes I've been to cry in for unborn children That might have made me completeBut I, I took the sweet life I never knew I've been bitter on the sweetI spent my life exploring the subtle whoring That cost too much to be freeHey lady, I've been to paradise But I've never been to meOoh, I've been to paradise But I've never been to meI've been to Georgia and California Anywhere I could goI've been to paradise But I've never been to meAnd the Isle of Grace But I sip champagne on the yacht