Ain't It Just Like One Of Us To Pick Up The Phone And Call After A Couple Of Drinks,
And Say: "How You Been? I Been Wonderin' That 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?

Instrumental Break.

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