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 talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you....

Oh, I've been to Georgia and California
and anywhere I could run
I 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 million lies....

Oh, I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
while I've sipped champagne on a yacht
I've 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 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 took the sweet life
I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring
that costs too much to be free
Hey lady....
I've been to paradise, (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 paradise, but I've never been to me