Hey lady, you lady
cursing at your life [and me]
You're a discontented mother
and a regimented wife [and you're a fuckin' potty-mouthed shopping list-obsessed bitch cunt]
I have no doubt
you dream about the things you never do [like eating potatoes]
But I wish someone had talked to me like I wanna talk to you
Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
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 [and I've got something broken inside, apparently]I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...
Please lady please lady
don't just walk away [come back and visit again to see how blogging's supposed to be done]
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 [I used to be really fat too]
Won't you share a part
of a weary heart that has lived a million lives [Trillion?]
Oh, I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
when I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo
and showed them what I've got [from the shops there]
I've been undressed by kings
and I've seen some things that a woman ain't s'pose to see [on another woman]
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...
Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie
A fantasy we created about people and places
as we like them to be
But you know what truth is?
it's that little baby you're holding
And it's that man you fought with this morning
the same one you are gonna make love to tonight
That's truth that's love
sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children
That might have made me complete
but I, I took the sweet life
I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I spent my life exploring
the subtle whoring [and the not so subtle - Trill]
that costs too much to be free
Hey lady I've been to paradise
but I've never been to me...
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...
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