Hey lady, you, lady
cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother
and a regimented wife

I've no doubt your dream
about the things you 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,
oh, anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preacherman
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
'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
Oh
I've been to Nice
and the isle of Greece
Where I sipped champagne
on a yacht

I moved like Harlow
in Monte Carlo
and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings
and I've seen some things
That a woman ain't s'posed to see
I've been to paradise
but I've never been to me

Sometimes I've been to cryin'
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 spent my life
exploring the subtle whoring

that cost too much to be free
Hey lady
I've been to paradise
but I've never been to me
I've been to paradise
never been to me
I've been to Georgia
and California
and anywhere I could run
I've been to paradise
never been to me
I've been to Nice