Hey lady, you lady
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Cursing at your life
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You're a discontented mother
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And a regimented wife
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I've no doubt you dream about
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The things you'll never do
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But, I wish someone had talked to me
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Like I wanna talk to you
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Whoooa, I've been to Georgia
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And California and anywhere I could run
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Took the hand of a preacher man
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And we made love in the sun
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But I ran out of places
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And friendly faces
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Because I had to be free
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I've been to paradise
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But I've never been to me
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Please lady, please, lady
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Don't just walk away
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'Cause I have this need to tell you
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Why I'm all alone today
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I can see so much of me
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Still living in your eyes
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Won't you share a part
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Of a weary heart
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that has lived million lies
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Whoooa, I've been to Nice
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And the Isle of Greece
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While I've sipped champagne on a yacht
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I've moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo
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And showed 'em what I've got
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I've been undressed by kings
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And I've seen some things
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That a woman ain't supposed to see
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I've been to paradise
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But I've never been to me
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Hey, you know what paradise is
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It's a lie
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A fantasy we create about people
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And places as we'd like them to be
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But you know what truth is
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It's that little baby you're holding
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And it's that man you fought with this morning
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The same one you're going to make love with tonight
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That's truth, that's love
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Sometimes I've been to crying
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For unborn children
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That might have made me complete
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But I, I took the sweet life
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I never knew
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I'd be bitter from the sweet
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I've spent my life exploring
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The subtle whoring
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That costs too much to be free
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Hey lady, I've been to paradise
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But I've never been to meeeeeee
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I've been to paradise
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(Never been to me)..
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I've Never Been To Me
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| Charlene |
