Never been to me
Hey lady, you lady, cursin' 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
And that is why I tell you
This story of a woman just like you
Ooh, she's been to Georgia and California
And anywhere she could run
Took the hand of a preacher man and they
Made love in the sun
But she ran out of places and friendly faces
Because she had to be free
And she said, "I've been to paradise
But I've never been to me"
Please lady, please lady
Don't just walk away
Coz I have this need to tell you
Why she's all alone today
I can see so much of her
Still living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart
That has lived a million lies
Ooh, she's been to Nice and the isle of Greece
While she sipped champagne on the yacht
Moved like harlow in Monte carlo and
Showed them what she's got
She's been undressed by kings
And she's seen some things
That a woman ain't supposed to see
And she said, "I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me"
Sometimes she's been to crying
For unborn children
That might have made her complete
She took the sweet life and never knew
She'd be bitter from the sweet
She spent her life exploting the subtle whoring
That caused too much to be free
And she said, "I've been to paradise
But I've never been to me".