Hey lady, you lady
cursing at your life
youand're a discontented mother
and a regimented wife
iand've no doubt you dream about
the things youand'll never do
but,
i wish someone had talked to me
like i wanna talk to you.....
Ooh iand'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
iand've been to paradise
but iand've never been to me...
Please lady, please, lady
donand't just walk away
and'cause i have this need to tell you
why iand'm all alone today
i can see so much of me
still living in your eyes
wonand't you share a part
of a weary heart
that has lived million lies.......
Ooh iand've been to niece and the isle of greece
while iand've sipped champagne on a yacht
iand've moved like harlow in monte carlo
and showed and'em what iand've got
iand've been undressed by kings
and iand've seen some things
that a woman ainand't supposed to see.......
iand've been to paradise,
but iand've never been to me.......
Hey, you know what paradise is? itand's a lie. a fantasy we create about
people and places as weand'd like them to be.
but you know what truth is?
itand's that little baby youand're holding
itand's that man you fought with this morning
the same one youand're going to make love with tonight
thatand's truth, thatand's love.........
Sometimes iand've been to crying for unborn children
that might have made me complete
but i.....i took the sweet life
i never knew
iand'd be bitter from the sweet
iand've spent my life exploring
the subtle whoring
that costs too much to be free....
hey lady......
iand've been to paradise......
but iand've never been to me..........