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