When people write their songs of love they write of one another It's always sis, or ma, or pa, or sweetheart, wife, or brother But love songs that they've aimed at me have all gone on the shelf I don't think that it's fair, so now I'll write one for myself. I love me, I love me, I love myself to death I love me, I love me, till I'm all out of breath I stop at every slot machine that I should chance to pass And give myself a hug and squeeze as I look in the glass! Oh, I love me, I love me, I'm wild about sweet me I love me, only me, so I'm content you see, I like myself with such delight I take me right straight home each night And sleep with me till broad day light I'm wild about myself. I love me, I love me, my birthday's once a year I love me, Only me, and when my birthday's near I go with me and buy myself some gifts to put away Then I surprise myself with them when I wakes up that day! I love me, I love me, I'll marry me some day Right away, Saturday, I'll give me all my pay With me I like to make a date To meet myself at half-past eight If I'm not there I never wait I'm wild about myself. I know a girl who has the boys proposing by the dozen Among her lists are rich and poor and even one lone cousin But when she speaks of love to me I treat her with disdain I loudly shout, "There's someone else!" And then this wild refrain: Oh I love me, I love me, and every place I go I love me, I love me, and at the movie show I take myself right by the arm and push me through the crowd And listen to myself repeat the titles right out loud. I love me, I love me, I love to squeeze my hand I love me, I love me, It always feels so grand With me I get right in my tub I let myself give me a rub Oh how I love to feel me scrub I'm wild about myself. I love me, I love me, I'm wild about myself I love me, I love me, my picture's on my shelf. You may not think I look so good, but me thinks I'm divine It's grand when I look in my eyes and know I'm mine, all mine! I love me, I love me, and my love doesn't bore Day by day in every way I love me more and more. I take me to a quiet place I put my arm around my waist... If me gets fresh I slap my face! I'm wild about myself.
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