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