Hey lady, you lady Cursing at your life You're a discontented mother And a regimented wife I have no doubt You dream about, the things you never do That is why I'll tell you the story of a woman, just like you Oh, 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 Cause 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 lives Oh, she's been to Nice and the aisle of Greece While she sipped champagne on a yacht I 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 s'pose 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 I never knew she'd be bitter from the suite She spent my life exploring The subtle whoring That costs too much to be free And she said I've been to paradise I've been to paradise but I've never been to me