When people write their songs of love they write of one another It's always sis, or ma, or pa, or sweetheart, wife, or brother But love songs that they've aimed at me have all gone on the shelf I don't think that it's fair, so now I'll write one for 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 day light I'm wild about myself. I love me, I love me, my birthday's once a year I love me, Only me, and when my birthday's near I go with me and buy myself some gifts to put away Then I surprise myself with them when I wakes up that day! 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.
I know a girl who has the boys proposing by the dozen Among her lists are rich and poor and even one lone cousin But when she speaks of love to me I treat her with disdain I loudly shout, "There's someone else!" And then this wild refrain:
Oh I love me, I love me, and every place I go I love me, I love me, and at the movie show I take myself right by the arm and push me through the crowd And listen to myself repeat the titles right out loud. 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.
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 I'm mine, all mine! 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.
Hoje 'tou tão triste... incapacitado de gostar de mim mesmo! Hoje sinto-me como se carregasse todos dos pecados do mundo às costas! 'Tou esgotado, passei a noite em branco a trabalhar... a imagem que tenho de ti agora, guardo-a como uma luzinha, que me acompanhará na escuridão solitária do sono! Amo-te muito, minha Barbarella!
A Bunch Of Lonesome Heroes
A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes were smoking out along the open road; the night was very dark and thick between them, each man beneath his ordinary load. "I'd like to tell my story," said one of them so young and bold, "I'd like to tell my story, before I turn into gold." But no one really could hear him, the night so dark and thick and green; well I guess that these heroes must always live there where you and I have only been. Put out your cigarette, my love, you've been alone too long; and some of us are very hungry now to hear what it is you've done that was so wrong.
I sing this for the crickets, I sing this for the army, I sing this for your children and for all who do not need me. "I'd like to tell my story," said one of them so bold, "Oh yes, I'd like to tell my story 'cause you know I feel I'm turning into gold."
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I Love Me
When people write their songs of love they write of one another
It's always sis, or ma, or pa, or sweetheart, wife, or brother
But love songs that they've aimed at me have all gone on the shelf
I don't think that it's fair, so now I'll write one for 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 day light
I'm wild about myself.
I love me, I love me, my birthday's once a year
I love me, Only me, and when my birthday's near
I go with me and buy myself some gifts to put away
Then I surprise myself with them when I wakes up that day!
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.
I know a girl who has the boys proposing by the dozen
Among her lists are rich and poor and even one lone cousin
But when she speaks of love to me I treat her with disdain
I loudly shout, "There's someone else!"
And then this wild refrain:
Oh I love me, I love me, and every place I go
I love me, I love me, and at the movie show
I take myself right by the arm and push me through the crowd
And listen to myself repeat the titles right out loud.
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.
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 I'm mine, all mine!
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.
Eddie Cantor
Hoje 'tou tão triste... incapacitado de gostar de mim mesmo! Hoje sinto-me como se carregasse todos dos pecados do mundo às costas! 'Tou esgotado, passei a noite em branco a trabalhar... a imagem que tenho de ti agora, guardo-a como uma luzinha, que me acompanhará na escuridão solitária do sono! Amo-te muito, minha Barbarella!
A Bunch Of Lonesome Heroes
A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes
were smoking out along the open road;
the night was very dark and thick between them,
each man beneath his ordinary load.
"I'd like to tell my story,"
said one of them so young and bold,
"I'd like to tell my story,
before I turn into gold."
But no one really could hear him,
the night so dark and thick and green;
well I guess that these heroes must always live there
where you and I have only been.
Put out your cigarette, my love,
you've been alone too long;
and some of us are very hungry now
to hear what it is you've done that was so wrong.
I sing this for the crickets,
I sing this for the army,
I sing this for your children
and for all who do not need me.
"I'd like to tell my story,"
said one of them so bold,
"Oh yes, I'd like to tell my story
'cause you know I feel I'm turning into gold."
Leonard Cohen
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