Hey Lady, You Lady 
Cursing at your life 
Your a discontented mother 
And a rich invented wife 
I've no doubt you dream about 
The things you never do 
But I wish someone had to talked to me 
Like I wanna talk to you 

Oh I've been to Georgia and California 
And anywhere I could run 
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 a million lives 
Oh I've been to Nice 
And the Isle of Greece 
While I sipped champagne on a yacht 
I moved liked 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 women 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 
We create about people and places 
As we'd like them to be 
But you know what truth is 
It's that little baby your 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 

Some times 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 
Hey lady, I've been to paradise 
But I've never been to me 

I've been to paradise 
Never been to me 

Been to Georgia and California 
And anywhere I could run 

I've been to paradise 
Never been to me 

Been to Nice and the Isle of Greece 
While I sipped champagne on a yacht 

I've been to paradise 
Never been to me