Margaret Whiting

I'd Like To Hate Myself In The Morning

Margaret Whiting


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I'd like to hate myself in the morning
And raise a little hell tonight
I've got the urge to carouse
And maybe raise a few brows
Cut loose and pull all the stops out
Who cares if they call the cops out

I'd like to wake at noon feeling guilty
And know somehow that something isn't quite right
I just might hate myself in the morning
But what a lovely time I’ll have tonight

I'd like to hate myself in the morning
And raise a little hell tonight
And from my first double gin
I’ll give new meaning to sin
And from tomorrow’s front pages
You’ll find me acting outrageous

I'd like to wake at noon feeling guilty
And know somehow that something isn't quite right
I just might hate myself in the morning
But what a lovely time I’ll have tonight

I’d like to lift my lids in the morning
And leave the wrong hotel at dawn’s early light
I just might hate myself in the morning
And wonder who I kissed
Then I’ll wonder who I missed
I just might hate myself in the morning
But what a lovely time I’ll have tonight