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 

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