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 Yea I love me But I love you more baby Wooo hoohoo 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 Oooh and that ain't like me I love you, love you Oooh it ain't like me