Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life, you're a discontented mother and a regimented wife. I've no doubt you dreamed about the things you'll never do, but I wish someone had talked to me like I want to talk to you. Ooh, I've been to Georgia and California and 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, I so 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 lives. Ooh, I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece while I sent champagne on a yacht. I've moved like Harlow and Monte Carlo and showed them what I've got. I've been untraced by caves 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. Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children that might have made me come to me. But I took the sweet life and never knew what I'd be bitter from this week. I spent my life exploring the stuff of horror that cost me too much to be free. Hey lady, I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me. Ooh, I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me.