Help Me

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 loving 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 loving 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 loving But not like we love our freedom