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 would talk to me
Like I wanna talk to you
Oh oh
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 I've ran out of places and friendly faces
Because I
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 left a million lives
Oh oh
I have been to mist in the isle of Greece where I sip champagne on a yacht
Move like
Harlow in
Montecarlo and show them what I've got
I've been undressed by the king 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
the same man you're gonna make love with tonight
That's the truth that's love
Sometimes
I've been to crying for unborn children that might have make me complete but I I took the sweet life
I never knew
I'd be bitter from the sweet
I spent my life exploring the subtle hoaring that caused so much to be free
Hey lady
I've been to paradise never been to me heh heh heh hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
I've been to paradise
But I never been to me