Lyrics: Ronald Norman Miller, Music: Ken Hirsch

Hey lady, you lady, cursin' 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 of talked to me

Like I wanna talk to you

Ooh~ 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 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 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 a 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 litle 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 (I've been to paradise)

But I've never been to me (I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)

I've been to paradise, never been to me

I've been to Georgia and California

And anywhere I could run

I've been to paradise, never been to me