When people write their songs of love they write of one another
It's always sis, or ma, or pa, a sweetheart or a brother
But love songs that they've aimed at me have all gone on the shelf
I don't think that is fair, so now I'll write one of 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 daylight
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 that I'm all mine
Oh 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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I love me, I love me, every place I go
I love me, I love me, and at a movie show
I take myself right by my arm and push me through the crowd
And listen to myself repeat the titles right out loud
Oh 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
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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