100 80s
Lyricist: Ron Miller Composer: Kenneth Hirsch
Hey lady,you lady
Cursin' at your life
You're a discontened mother
And a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about
The thinds you'll never do
But i wish someone had to talked to me
Like i wanna talk to you
I've been to georgia and california
Anywhere i could run
Took the head 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 million lies
Oh i've been to nice and the isle of greece
While i sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like harlot 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
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 you're 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
Sometimes i've been to cryin'
For unborn children
That might have made me complete
But i,i took the sweet life
And never knew
I'd bitter from the sweet
I 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