"I Love Me" performed by Tiny Tim
Music by Edwin J. Weber
Words by Jack Hoins and Will Mahoney
When [F]people write their songs of
love they [C]write of one another
It's always sis, or ma, or pa, or [F]sweetheart,
wife, or brother
But love songs that they've aimed at me have [C]all
gone on the shelf
I [G7]don't think that it's fair, so now
I'll write one for my[C]self.[C7]
[F]I love me, I love me, I [C7]love
myself to death
I love me, I love me, till [F]I'm all out
of breath
I stop at every slot machine that [C7]I
should chance to pass
And [G7]give myself a hug and squeeze as
I look in the [C]glass![C7]
Oh, [F]I love me, I love me, I'm [C7]wild
about sweet me
I love me, only me, so [F]I'm content you
see,
I [F]like myself with [Gm]such
delight
I [C]take me right straight [F]home
each night
And [F]sleep with me till broad day [D7]light
I'm [G7]wild a[C7]bout
my[F]self.
[F]I love me, I love me, my [C7]birthday's
once a year
I love me, Only me, and [F]when my
birthday's near
I go with me and buy myself some [C7]gifts
to put away
Then [G7]I surprise myself with them when
I wakes up that [C]day![C7]
[F]I love me, I love me, I'll [C7]marry
me some day
Right away, Saturday, I'll [F]give me all
my pay
With [F]me I like to [Gm]make
a date
To [C]meet myself at [F]half-past
eight
If I'm not there I never [D7]wait
I'm [G7]wild a[C7]bout
my[F]self.
I [F]know a girl who has the boys pro[C7]posing
by the dozen
Among her lists are rich and poor and [F]even
one lone cousin
But when she speaks of love to me I [C7]treat
her with disdain
I [G7]loudly shout, "There's someone
else!"
And then this wild re[C]frain:[C7]
Oh [F]I love me, I love me, and [C7]every
place I go
I love me, I love me, and [F]at the movie
show
I take myself right by the arm and [C7]push
me through the crowd
And [G7]listen to myself repeat the
titles right out [C]loud.[C7]
[F]I love me, I love me, I [C7]love
to squeeze my hand
I love me, I love me, It [F]always feels
so grand
With [F]me I get right [Gm]in
my tub
I [C]let myself give [F]me
a rub
Oh how I love to feel me [D7]scrub
I'm [G7]wild a[C7]bout
my[F]self.
[F]I love me, I love me, I'm [C7]wild
about myself
I love me, I love me, my [F]picture's on
my shelf.
You may not think I look so good, but [C7]me
thinks I'm divine
It's [G7]grand when I look in my eyes and
know I'm mine, all [C]mine![C7]
[F]I love me, I love me, and [C7]my
love doesn't bore
Day by day in every way I [F]love me more
and more.
I [F]take me to a [Gm]quiet
place
I [C]put my arm a[F]round
my waist...
If me gets fresh I slap my [D7]face!
I'm [G7]wild a[C7]bout
my[F]self.
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