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Hey lady, you lady
at life
You're a mother
And a wife
I've no you about
The things you never do
But I wish had have talked to me
Like 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
I had to be free
I've been to paradise
But I've been to me
Please lady, please lady
Don't just away
Coz I have this to tell you
Why I'm all 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 lives
(Ooh) I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece
While I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved Harlow in Monte Carlo
And em what I'd got
I've been undressed by kings
And I've some things
That a woman ain't supposed to see
I've to paradise
But I've never been to me
Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie
A fantasy recreated by people
And places as we'd like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It's little baby you're holding
And it's that man you fought this morning
The one you're going to make love with tonight
That's true, that's love
Sometimes I've been to for unborn children
That might have 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 costs too much to be free
Hey lady, I've been to paradise
But I've never been to me
at life
You're a mother
And a wife
I've no you about
The things you never do
But I wish had have talked to me
Like 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
I had to be free
I've been to paradise
But I've been to me
Please lady, please lady
Don't just away
Coz I have this to tell you
Why I'm all 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 lives
(Ooh) I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece
While I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved Harlow in Monte Carlo
And em what I'd got
I've been undressed by kings
And I've some things
That a woman ain't supposed to see
I've to paradise
But I've never been to me
Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie
A fantasy recreated by people
And places as we'd like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It's little baby you're holding
And it's that man you fought this morning
The one you're going to make love with tonight
That's true, that's love
Sometimes I've been to for unborn children
That might have 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 costs too much to be free
Hey lady, I've been to paradise
But I've never been to me
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