Never Been to Me

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
That is why I tell you the story
Of a woman just like you
Whoooa, 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 lies
Whoooa, she’s been to Nice
And the Isle of Greece
While she sipped champagne on a yacht
Moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo
And showed 'em what she’s got
She’s been undressed by kings
And she seen some things
That a woman ain’t supposed 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 and never knew
She’d be bitter from the sweet
She spent her 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.»