Help me
I think Iīm falling
In love again
When I get that crazy feeling, I know
Iīm in trouble again
Iīm in trouble
īCause youīre a rambler and a gambler
And a sweet-talking-ladies man
And you love your lovinī (lovinī)
But not like you love your freedom
Help me
I think Iīm falling
In love too fast
Itīs got me hoping for the future
And worrying about the past
īCause Iīve seen some hot, hot blazes
Come down to smoke and ash but
We love our lovinī (lovinī)
But not like we love our freedom
Hey
Oh
Didnīt it feel good
We were sitting there talking?
Or lying there not talking
Didnīt it feel good?
You dance with the lady
With the hole in her stocking
Didnīt it feel good?
Didnīt it feel good?
Help me
I think Iīm falling
In love with you
Are you going to let me go there by myself
Thatīs such a lonely thing to do
Both of us flirting around
Flirting and flirting
Hurting too
We love our lovinī
But not like we love our freedom
(Falling, falling)
(Falling, falling)
(Falling, falling)
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