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Hey lady, you lady
Cursing at your life
You're a mother
And a regimented wife
I've no you dream about
The things you never do
But I wish had talked to me
Like I want to to you
(Ooh) I've to Georgia and California and
Anywhere I could run
the 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 never to me
Please lady, please lady
Don't just walk away
Coz I have 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 a part of a weary heart
That has lived a million lives
(Ooh) I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece
I sipped on a yacht
I like Harlow in Monte Carlo
And showed em what I'd got
I've been by kings
And I've seen some things
a woman ain't to see
I've been to paradise
But I've been to me
Hey, you know what is?
It's a lie
A fantasy recreated by people
And places as we'd like them to be
But you what is?
It's that baby you're holding
And it's that man you fought with this morning
The same one you're to make love with tonight
That's true, that's love
Sometimes I've been to crying for 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 my life exploring
The subtle whoring that costs too much to be free
Hey lady, I've to paradise
But I've never been to me
Cursing at your life
You're a mother
And a regimented wife
I've no you dream about
The things you never do
But I wish had talked to me
Like I want to to you
(Ooh) I've to Georgia and California and
Anywhere I could run
the 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 never to me
Please lady, please lady
Don't just walk away
Coz I have 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 a part of a weary heart
That has lived a million lives
(Ooh) I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece
I sipped on a yacht
I like Harlow in Monte Carlo
And showed em what I'd got
I've been by kings
And I've seen some things
a woman ain't to see
I've been to paradise
But I've been to me
Hey, you know what is?
It's a lie
A fantasy recreated by people
And places as we'd like them to be
But you what is?
It's that baby you're holding
And it's that man you fought with this morning
The same one you're to make love with tonight
That's true, that's love
Sometimes I've been to crying for 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 my life exploring
The subtle whoring that costs too much to be free
Hey lady, I've to paradise
But I've never been to me
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