Help Me

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
Like a sweet-taiking-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
Its got me hoping for the future
And worrying about the past
Seen some hot, hot blazes
Come down to smoke and ash
And we love our lovin'
Not like we love our freedom, sweet 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 and flirting around
And hurting too
And we love our lovin'
But not like we love our freedom, sweet freedom