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 
i've been to georgia and california, anywhere i could run 
took the hand of a preachman 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 
i've been to nice and the isle of greece 
while 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 supposed to see 
i've been to paradise 
but i've never been to me 
(spoken) 
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 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 
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