I've Never Been To Me

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 had talked to me like i wanna talk to you

i've been to georgia and california, anywhere i could run

took the hand of a preachman 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

won't you share a part of a weary heart

that has lived a million lies

i've been to nice and the isle of greece

while i sipped champagne on a yacht

i moved like harlow in monte carlo and showed 'em 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

（spoken）

hey, you know what paradise is? it's a lie

a fantasy we create about people and places as we'd 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're going to make love with 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

and never knew i'd be bitter from the sweet

i spent my life exploring the subtle whoring

that cost too much to be free

hey lady, i've been to paradise

charlene-i've never been to me