I've never been to me
Charlene
I'Ve Never Been To Me
Charlene
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
Oh 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
But I've never been to me
I've been to paradise
I've never been to me
I've been to paradise
I've never been to me