You're a discontented woman and a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you never do
But i wish someone had talked to me like i wanna talk to you:
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
Lady, please lady, don't just walk away
Coz 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
Wont you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lies?
I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece
And i've sipped champagne on a yacht
Moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed them what i'd got
I've been undressed by kings and i've seen some things that a woman aint supposed to see
I've been to paradise but i've never been to me
Do you know what paradise is?
Its a lie, a fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be
But you know what truth is? Its that little baby you're holding.
Its that man you fought with this morning, the same one you're going to make love to tonight...
Sometimes i've been to crying for unborn children that might have made me complete
But i took the sweet life and never knew i'd be bitter from the sweet
I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that cost too much to be free
I've been to paradise but i've never been to me.
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