Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your lifeYou're a discontented mother and a regimented wifeI've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never doBut I wish someone ever talked to me like I wanna talk to youI've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could runI took 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 freeThough I've been to paradise but I've never been to mePlease lady, please lady, don't just walk awayâ€~Cos I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone todayI can see so much of me still living in your eyesWant to share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million livesYou see I've been to Niece and the Isle of GreeceWhile I sipped champagne on a yachtI moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed them what I've gotI've been undressed by Kings and I've seen some thingsThat a woman ain't â€~sposed to seeI've been to paradise but I've never been to meSometimes I feel like crying for unborn childrenThat might have made me completeI took the sweet life and never knew I'd be bitter from the sweetI've spent my life exploring, the subtle whoringThat costs too much to be free, though I've been to paradiseBut I've never, I've never been to me
I've Never Been To Me
I've Never Been To Me