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Hey lady, you lady
Cursing at your life
You're a discontented mother
And a regimented wife
I've no you about
The things you never do
But I wish someone had have to me
I want to talk to you
(Ooh) I've been to Georgia and California and
I could run
Took the hand of a preacher man
And we 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
lady, lady
Don't just away
Coz I have this need to you
Why I'm all today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won't you share a of a weary heart
That has lived a lives
(Ooh) I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece
I sipped champagne on a yacht
I like Harlow in Carlo
And showed em I'd 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 to me
Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie
A fantasy by people
And as we'd them to be
But you know what is?
It's that little baby you're holding
And it's that man you with this morning
The same one you're to make love tonight
That's true, that's love
Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children
That might have made me complete
But I, I the sweet and knew
I'd be the sweet
I spent my life exploring
The subtle whoring that costs too to be free
Hey lady, I've been to paradise
But I've never been to me
Cursing at your life
You're a discontented mother
And a regimented wife
I've no you about
The things you never do
But I wish someone had have to me
I want to talk to you
(Ooh) I've been to Georgia and California and
I could run
Took the hand of a preacher man
And we 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
lady, lady
Don't just away
Coz I have this need to you
Why I'm all today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won't you share a of a weary heart
That has lived a lives
(Ooh) I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece
I sipped champagne on a yacht
I like Harlow in Carlo
And showed em I'd 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 to me
Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie
A fantasy by people
And as we'd them to be
But you know what is?
It's that little baby you're holding
And it's that man you with this morning
The same one you're to make love tonight
That's true, that's love
Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children
That might have made me complete
But I, I the sweet and knew
I'd be the sweet
I spent my life exploring
The subtle whoring that costs too to be free
Hey lady, I've been to paradise
But I've never been to me
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