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Chumbawamba Lyrics

6. Love Me



I'm an anarchist. I'm the anti-christ. Well, sort of. Not really. Its not big. 
Its not clever. I'm quite a reasonable fella. Your friendly uncle, good with 
kinds, good ol' paternalist pop. Good cop, Bad cop, Good cop, Bad cop, Good 
cop, Good cop. I was a wannabe and wannabe's don't know what they want to be.
I neednt of worried cos the man upstairs was looking out for me. God gave me the 
finger with his free hand, now I'm his left hand man.
Hey punk! Don't call me mac, my name is John Trabant!

[Chorus]
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Take Me, Take Me
Seriously
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me

They call me the great pretender. John Noakes was my mentor. I'm a walking 
talking ideas man, here's one I prepared earlier. Stretch Armstrong and his 
rubber band. Edwin Meese and the sex police. Please Mr Postman, post-post 
modern, deliver us from Elvis. Be-bop-a-lula baby baby, does good culture yes! 
Now I found what I'm looking for, I find myself in another fine mess. Someone 
muddied my waters. I lost my way but now I see. I O.d'd no ironey.
I'll rediscover God for the next L.P.

[Chorus]
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Take Me, Take Me 
Seriously
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me

Bend me shake me any way you want me, whatever you want, Ill be your hearts 
desire. Black and cuddley, you want love me. Pop me cork, watch me pop like 
bubbly. Hot or not, you've got to use what you've got. Where's the weak spot, let 
me take a shot. What a turn on. Does it feel lovely? Love me love me love me love me ...
"Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny, how you came up. Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny, heavens above!"
Johhny Johnny what for art thou, how goes Victor Jara. I got a stadium sized 
pro rata headache. Pretentious moi. The ghost of Eamonn Andrews smiling 
watching over me. I love it. Lets shoot it. Johnny Trib in a movie. I paid my 
dues, I sung the blues and Ive done pain personal hell. Pass me the phone I got 
calls to make, this will sell and sell. I'm as Bob Roberts to you Phil Ochs, 
talking political. So love, love me, love me I'm a liberal!

[Chorus]
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Take Me, Take Me
Seriously
Love Me, Love Me
Freeze Frame Love Me.


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