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' (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 but

We love our lovin' (lovin')
But not like we love our freedom
Hey


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


(Falling, falling)
(Falling, falling)

(Falling, falling)