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'

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