I'VE NEVER BEEN TO ME

Hey, lady, you, lady, cursing at your life
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about
The things you'll never do
But I wish someone ever talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you

I've been to Georgia and California
And anywhere I could run
I took the hand of a preacher man
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
Want to share a part of a weary heart
That has lived a million lives

Oh, I've been to Niece, and the isle of Greece
While I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo
And showed them 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

Sometimes I feel like crying for unborn children
That might have made me complete
I took the sweet life
And never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring
That costs too much to be free
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me

Written by Ron Miller & Ken Hirsch