I've Never Been To Me

I really don't know what's with this song. It's just that, when it begins to play, it makes Nashville fall into deep slumber. I could remember somebody told me that my sisters Alfie Maria and Ana Marion used to sing this song when they were kids. They would use hairbrushes as microphones! How I wish I could go back to that scene and sing this song with them..

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. Oh, 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.

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 million lies. Oh, I've been to Niece and the Isle of Greece while I've sipped champagne on a yacht. I've 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..

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,
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 took the sweet life, I 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

Hey lady..
I've been to paradise,
But I've never been to me..