I've Never Been to Me - Re-recording

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

Uh, I've been to Georgia and California
And anywhere I could run
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

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
Living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart
That lived million lies

Oh, I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece
While I've sipped champagne on a yacht
I've 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

Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children
That might have made me complete
But I, I took the sweet life I never knew (nobody)
I'd be bitter from the sweet
I've spent my life exploring
The subtle whoring
That costs too much to be free

Hey lady, I've been to paradise
But I've never been to me
Ooh, oh-oh
I've been to paradise
Never been to me

Been to Georgia and California (ooh, ooh-ooh)
And anywhere I could run (ooh)
I've been to paradise
Never been to me
Been to Nice and the Isle of Greece (mm, mm)
While I've sipped champagne on a yacht (mm)
I've been to paradise
Never been to me
Been to Georgia and California (ooh, ooh)
And anywhere I could run (ooh)



Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Hirsch, Ronald N. Miller
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