Me Myself and I
Joe Sample/Randy Crawford Lyrics

Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
Addressing an unhappy woman who is upset with her life

You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife
She is a dissatisfied mother with a wealthy, resourceful spouse

I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do
Acknowledging the possibility of her desires remaining unfulfilled

But I wish someone had a talked to me like I wanna talk to you
Expressing the desire to share wisdom from personal experience

Ooh I've been to Georgia and California, oh, anywhere I could run
I have traveled to many places, including Georgia and California

Took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
Had a romantic encounter with a man of the cloth

But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
Left many places and people behind in pursuit of personal freedom

I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
Experienced luxury but never fully understood oneself

Please lady, please, lady, don't just walk away
Urging her not to leave without listening to what I have to say

Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
Desiring to share personal experiences that have led to my current loneliness

I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Noticing similarities between her and myself in her eyes

Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lies
Requesting for her to confide in me, and share the lies she's lived through

Oh I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
Visited Nice and the Greek islands

While I sipped champagne on a yacht
Drinking champagne on a boat

I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
Dancing and commanding attention like a famous actress in Monte Carlo

I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things
Exposed to royalty and witnessed uncommon events

That a woman ain't s'posed to see
Things society would deem inappropriate for women to experience

Hey, you know what paradise is? It's a lie.
Paradise is a falsehood we generically believe is true

A fantasy we create about People and places as we'd like them to be.
A fictional image of ideal people and environments that match our desires

But you know what truth is? It's that little baby you're holding
Reality is the child you're carrying in your arms

And it's that man you fought with This morning
Reality is also the man you argued with earlier today

The same one you're going to make love with tonight.
Yet you plan on loving this person at the end of the day

That's truth, that's love
That is the essence of love and truth

Sometimes I've been to cryin' for unborn children
I have shed tears for children that were never born

That might have made me complete
Had children that I could raise might have fulfilled me

But I, I took the sweet life and never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
Yet after living a fairly luxurious lifestyle, I never expected to feel unfulfilled

I spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that cost too much to be free
I spent most of my life indulging in promiscuity, which cost me freedom and happiness

Hey lady, I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
Telling her again that I experienced paradise in the worldly sense but never truly understood myself

I've been to paradise, never been to me
Reiterating once again that I experienced luxury but never found myself