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'd never do
But I wish someone had a talk to me like I wanna 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 friends 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?
Ooh,
I've been to Nice,
the Isle of Greece where I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed them what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen
some things that a woman ain't supposed to see
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 gonna make love with tonight
That's the truth
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 better from the suit
I've spent my life exploring deceitful
callings that cost too much to be free
I've been to paradise
But I've never
been to me
I've been to paradise But I've never been to me
I've been to paradise But I've never been
to me