I'Ve Never Been To Me - Charlene

Hey lady, you, lady, cursing at your life
　　You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife
　　I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do
　　But I wish someone had talked to me
　　like I wanna talk to you
　　I've been to Georgia and California,
　　anywhere I could run
　　Took the hand of a preacherman
　　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 lies
　　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 supposed to see
　　I've been to paradise
　　But I've never been to me
　　(spoken)
　　Hey, you know what paradise is? It's a lie.
　　A fantasy we create
　　about 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 spent my life exploring the subtle whoring
　　that cost too much to be free
　　Hey lady, I've been to paradise
　　But I've never been to me