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Hey lady, you lady, Cursin' at your life

You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife

I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do

But I wish someone had a talk to me like I wanna talk to you



Ooh-ooh, I've been to Georgia and California

And anywhere I could run

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 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



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 cryin' 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've 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-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee

I've been to paradise - never been to me

Nibblin' on sponge cake,

watchin' the sun bake;

All of those tourists covered with oil.

Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.

Smell those shrimp

They're beginnin' to boil.



Wasted away again in Margaritaville,

Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,

But I know it's nobody's fault.



Don't know the reason,

Stayed here all season

With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.

But it's a real beauty,

A Mexican cutie, how it got here

I haven't a clue.



Wasted away again in Margaritaville,

Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,

Now I think, - hell it could be my fault.



I blew out my flip flop,

Stepped on a pop top,

Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.

But there's booze in the blender,

And soon it will render

That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.



Wasted away again in Margaritaville

Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,

But I know, it's my own damn fault.

Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame

And I know it's TC's fault.