Help Me

Help me, I think I'm fallin' in love again

When I get that crazy feelin', I know I'm in trouble again

I'm in trouble 'cause you're a rambler and a gambler

And a sweet talkin' ladies man

And you love your lovin' (lovin')

Not like you love your freedom

Help me, I think I'm fallin' in love too fast

It's got me hopin' for the future and worryin' about the past

'Cause I've seen some hot, hot blazes come down to smoke and ash

We love our lovin' (lovin')

But not like we love our freedom

Oh, didn't it feel good? We were sittin' there talkin'

Or lyin' there not talkin', didn't it feel good?

Go dance with the lady with the hole in her stockin'

Didn't it feel good?

Didn't it feel good?

Help me, I think I'm fallin' in love with you

Are you gonna let me go there by myself?

That's such a lonely thing to do

Both of us flirtin' around

Flirtin' and flirtin', hurtin' too

We love our lovin' (lovin')

But not like we love our freedom