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 lovinBut 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 lovinBut 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 lovinBut not like we love our freedom
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