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