I've ever been to me
Charlene
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 never do
But I wish someone had've talked to me like I want to talk to you
Ooh I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
Tipped 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 still living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lives
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 women 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 recreated by 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 crying for unborn children that might have made me complete
But I, I took the sweet life and never knew 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
I've been to paradise, never been to me
(been to Georgia and California and any where I could run)
I've been to paradise, never been to me
(been to Nice and the Isle of Greece while I sipped champagne on a yacht)
I've been to paradise, never been to me
