Ain’t Like Me

I’ve made a melody to your busy tone
And it really ain’t like me to call
I’ve painted you in the fog on my mirror
And it really ain’t like me to draw

I’m out of sorts
They say I’ve got the lover’s disease
I’m out of sorts
And they say that it really ain’t like me
To love someone more than I love me

I’ve asked a favor from the heavens
And it really ain’t like me to pray
I’ve counted all of my many blessings
And for you I’d give them all away

I’m out of sorts
And they say I’ve got the lover’s disease
I’m out of sorts
And they say that it really ain’t like me
To love someone more than I love me

More than I love me, ’cause I love me
Yeah, I love me, but I love you more, baby
Woohoo! I love you more than I love me

I love you, love you, I do
I love you, love you, oh, you know I do
I love you, love you, what can I say?
I love you more than I love me

I love you, love you
Oh, and that ain’t like me
I love you, love you
Oh, it ain’t like me