(Tom Waits)



Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

'Cause falling in love just makes me blue.

Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see,

I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me.

And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the room is crowded, people everywhere

And I wonder should I offer you a chair?

Well if you sit down with this old clown,

Take that frown and break it, before the evening's gone away,

I think that we could make it,

And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the night does funny things inside a man.

These old tomcat feelings you don't understand,

Well I turn around to look at you; you light a cigarette,

I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met.

And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me,

And it being late, You'd like some some company.

Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me,

The guy you're with has up and split the chair next to you's free.

And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out.

Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.

Well I turn around to look at you; you're nowhere to be found,

I search the place for your lost face,

Guess I'll have another round.

And I think that I just fell in love with you