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