I've Never Been To Me

I've 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
But I wish someone had of talked to me like I wanna talk to you

I’ve been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
I 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
Cos 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
Want to share a part of a weary heart that has lived a
million lies
You see 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 s’posed to see
I’ve been to Paradise but I’ve never been to me

Sometimes I’ve been a-crying for unborn children that might
have made me complete
I took the sweet life and never knew I’d be bitter from
the sweet
I spent my life exploring and subtle whoring that cost
too much to be free
I’ve been to Paradise but I’ve never, I’ve never been to me