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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? 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. From Letras Mania