| I May Hate Myself InTheMorning |
| Lee Ann Womac |
| Ain't it just like one of us to pick up the phone and call after a couple drinks, |
| And say: "How you been? I been wonderin' if maybe you've been thinkin' 'bout me." |
| And somewhere in the conversation, an old familiar invitation always arrives, |
| An' I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm gonna love you tonight. |
| Everyone's known someone that they just can't help but want; |
| And even though we just can't make it work out, well the want-to lingers on. |
| So once again we wind up in each other's arms, pretending that it's right, |
| An' I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm gonna love you tonight. |
| I know it's wrong, but it ain't easy moving on. |
| So why can't two friends remember the good times once again? |
| Solo |
| Tomorrow when I wake up, I'll be feeling a little guilty, an' a little sad, |
| Thinkin' how it used to be before everything went bad. |
| An' I guess that's what it is, in lonely late night calls like this, that we try to find; |
| An' I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm gonna love you tonight. |
| I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm gonna love you tonight. |