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 to talk to me like I wanna talk to you
I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
Tucked the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces
Because I'm not the only one
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 the part of a weary heart that has lived a million lives
Oh, I've been to Nice and the Isle of Grace
Where they sip champagne on a yacht
And move my hollow in Monte Carlo
And show them what I've done
Oh, I've been on a tourist bike case
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 rewritten by people in places you left them to be
But you know what truth is?
This is the little baby you're holding, and it's the man you fought with this morning, and the same one you're going to make love with 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, I never knew I'd be built from the sweet.
I'd spend my life exploring a certain hole, and that cost too much to be free, hey lady, I've been to paradise.
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to New York or California, anywhere I could run.
I've been to paradise, never been to New York or California, anywhere I could run.
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to New York or California, anywhere I could run.
I've been to paradise, never been to me