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’ll 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 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 lives 

Ooh I’ve been to Nice and the isle of Greece when 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
I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to me

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 going to make love to tonight
That’s truth
That’s love

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 spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free 
Hey lady, I’ve been to paradise
But I’ve never been to me