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(Written by Ken Kirsch and Ronald Miller)
Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life
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You¡¦re a discontented mother and a regimented wife
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I¡¦ve no doubt you dream about the things you¡¦ll never do
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But I wish someone had talked to me like I wanna talk to you
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Oh, I¡¦ve been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
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I took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
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But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
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I¡¦ve been to paradise but I¡¦ve never been to me
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Please lady, please lady, don¡¦t just walk away
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¡¦Cause I have this need to tell you why I¡¦m all alone today
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I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
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Won¡¦t you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lies....
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Oh, I¡¦ve been to Niece and the Isle of Greece while I¡¦ve sipped champagne on a yacht
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I¡¦ve been to paradise, but I¡¦ve never been to me
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Hey, you know what paradise is? It¡¦s a lie
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A fantasy we create about people and places as we¡¦d like them to be
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But you know what truth is?
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It¡¦s that little baby you¡¦re holding
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It¡¦s that man you fought with this morning
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The same one you¡¦re going to make love with tonight
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That¡¦s truth, that¡¦s love
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But I took the sweet life, I never knew I¡¦d be bitter from the sweet
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I¡¦ve spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free
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Hey lady, I¡¦ve been to paradise, but I¡¦ve never been to me
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