Ain't it just like one of us to pick up the phone and call after a couple of drinks   And say 'How've you been' and wonderin' that maybe you've been thinkin' 'bout me   And somewhere in the conversation an old familiar invitation always arrives   And 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 they just can't make it work out, well the ones who lingers on.   So once again we wind up in each other's arms, pretending that it's right   And 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, a little sad.   Thinkin' how it used to be before everything went bad.   I guess that's what it is and late night calls like this that we try to find   And I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm gonna love you tonight.   And I may hate myself in the morning,   But I'm gonna love you tonight...