When people write their songs of love, they write of one another
It's always sis, or ma, or pa, or sweetheart or a brother
But love songs that they aimed at me have all gone on the shelf
I don't think that is fair, so I will write one up myself
I love me, I love me, I love myself to death
I love me, I love me 'til I'm all out of breath
I stop at every slot machine that I should chance to pass
And give me-self a hug and squeeze when I look in the glass
Oh, I love me, I love me, I'm wild about myself
I love me, only me, so I contend to see
I like me-self with such delight, I take me-self straight home each night
And sleep with me 'til broad daylight
I'm wild about myself
I love me, I love me, my birthday's once a year
I love me, I love 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 me wakes up that day
Oh, I love me, I love me, I'll marry me someday
I love me, I love me, I give myself me 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, wild about myself
I know a girl who has the boys proposing by the dozens
Among her list are rich and poor and even one lone cousin
But when she talks of love to me, I treat her with disdain
I loudly 'there's someone else' and then this wild refrain
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 put 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 seems so grand
With me I get right in my tub and let myself give me a rub
Oh how I love to feel me scrub
I'm wild about myself
Oh, I love me, I love me, I'm wild about myself
I love me, I love me, my picture's on me shelf
You may not think I look too good, but me thinks I'm just fine
It's grand when I look in the glass 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 takes me to a quiet place, I put my arms around my waist
If me gets fresh I slap my face
I'm wild about myself
If me gets fresh I slap my face
I'm wild about myself, whee!
