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Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your lifeYou're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wifeI've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never doBut I wish someone had a talked to me like I wanna talk to youOoh I've been to Georgia and California, oh, anywhere I could runTook the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sunBut I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be freeI've been to paradise, but I've never been to mePlease lady, please, lady, don't just walk awayCause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone todayI can see so much of me still living in your eyesWon't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million liesOh I've been to Nice and the isle of GreeceWhile I sipped champagne on a yachtI moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've gotI've been undressed by kings and I've seen some thingsThat a woman ain't s'posed to seeI've been to paradise, but I've never been to meHey, you know what paradise is? It's a lie. A fantasy we create aboutPeople 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 withThis morning, the same one you're going to make love with tonight.Letras de cancionesThat's truth, that's loveSometimes I've been to cryin' for unborn childrenThat might have made me completeBut I, I took the sweet life and never knew I'd be bitter from the sweetI spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that cost too much to be freeHey lady, I've been to paradise, but I've never been to meI'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(I've been to Nice and the isle of GreeceWhile I sipped champagne on a yacht)I've been to paradise, never been to me(I've been to cryin' for unborn children) From Letras Mania