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 never do But I wish someone had 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 love in the sun But I've 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 lives
Ooh I've been to Neese And the isle of Greece where they sip champagne on a yacht I've moved like Harlow in Montecarlo and showed them what I've got I've been undressed by hands, 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 complete But I, I took the sweet life and never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that cost too much to be free I've been to paradise Never been to me I've been to paradise But I've never been to me Ohh... Yeah yeah yeah...