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-taIking-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 ash
We love our lovin’ but not like we love our freedom
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