Song | I've Never Been To Me |
Artist | Randy Crawford |
Album | The Very Best of Love Songs |
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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 | |
Though I've been to paradise but I've never been to me | |
Please lady, please lady, don't just walk away | |
â€~Cos 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 | |
You see 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 â€~sposed 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, though I've been to paradise | |
But I've never, 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 | |
Though I' ve been to paradise but I' ve never been to me | |
Please lady, please lady, don' t just walk away | |
Cos 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 | |
You see 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 sposed 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, though I' ve been to paradise | |
But I' ve never, 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 | |
Though I' ve been to paradise but I' ve never been to me | |
Please lady, please lady, don' t just walk away | |
Cos 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 | |
You see 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 sposed 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, though I' ve been to paradise | |
But I' ve never, I' ve never been to me |