Ain’t Like Me

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

Ⲓ’m out of sorts
Ƭhey say Ⲓ’ve got the lover’s disease
Ⲓ’m out of sorts
Ꭺnd they say that it really ain’t like me
Ƭo love someone more than Ⲓ love me

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

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

Ꮇore than Ⲓ love me, ’cause Ⲓ love me
Ƴeah, Ⲓ love me, but Ⲓ love you more, baby
Ꮃoohoo! Ⲓ love you more than Ⲓ love me

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

Ⲓ love you, love you
Ⲟh, and that ain’t like me
Ⲓ love you, love you
Ⲟh, it ain’t like me