Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life
Youâre a discontented mother and a regimented wife
Iâve no doubt you dream about the things youâll never do
But I wish someone ever talked to me like I wanna talk to you
Iâve 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
Though Iâve been to paradise but Iâve never been to me
Please lady, please lady, donât just walk away
âCos I have this need to tell you why Iâm all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Want to share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lives
You see Iâve been to Niece and the Isle of Greece
While I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed them what Iâve got
Iâve been undressed by Kings and Iâve seen some things
That a woman ainât âsposed to see
Iâve been to paradise but Iâve never been to me
Sometimes I feel like crying for unborn children
That might have made me complete
I took the sweet life and never knew Iâd be bitter from the sweet
Iâve spent my life exploring, the subtle whoring
That costs too much to be free, though Iâve been to paradise
But Iâve never, Iâve never been to me