Help me

I think I'm falling in love again

When I get that crazy feeling

I know I'm in trouble again

I'm in trouble

'Cause you're a rambler

And a gambler

And a sweet-talking ladies' man

And you love your lovin'

But not like you love your freedom



Help me

I think I'm falling

In love too fast

It's got me hoping for the future

And worrying about the past

'Cause I've seen some

Hot, hot blazes

Come down to smoke and ashes

We love our lovin'

But not like we love our freedom



Oh, didn't it feel good

We were sitting there talking

Or lying there not talking

Didn't it feel good

You dance with the lady

With the hole in her stocking

Didn't it feel good

Didn't it feel good



Help me

I think I'm falling in love with you

Are you going to let me go there by myself

That's such a lonely thing to do

Both of us flirting around

Flirting and flirting

Hurting too

We love our lovin'

But not like we love our freedom