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Hey lady, you lady
at life
You're a discontented mother
And a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about
The things you never do
But I wish someone had have talked to me
Like I to talk to you
(Ooh) I've been to Georgia and California and
I could run
the hand of a man
And we made in the sun
But I ran out of 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
Coz I 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 lives
(Ooh) I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece
I champagne on a yacht
I Harlow in Monte Carlo
And em what I'd got
I've undressed by kings
And I've seen some things
That a ain't supposed to see
I've been to paradise
But I've never been to me
Hey, you know paradise is?
It's a lie
A fantasy recreated by people
And places as we'd them to be
But you know what truth is?
It's 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 true, that's love
Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children
That might have made me complete
But I, I took the and never knew
I'd be from the sweet
I spent my life exploring
The subtle 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 discontented mother
And a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about
The things you never do
But I wish someone had have talked to me
Like I to talk to you
(Ooh) I've been to Georgia and California and
I could run
the hand of a man
And we made in the sun
But I ran out of 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
Coz I 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 lives
(Ooh) I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece
I champagne on a yacht
I Harlow in Monte Carlo
And em what I'd got
I've undressed by kings
And I've seen some things
That a ain't supposed to see
I've been to paradise
But I've never been to me
Hey, you know paradise is?
It's a lie
A fantasy recreated by people
And places as we'd them to be
But you know what truth is?
It's 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 true, that's love
Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children
That might have made me complete
But I, I took the and never knew
I'd be from the sweet
I spent my life exploring
The subtle 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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