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