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
And a sweet-talking-ladies man
And you love your lovin´ (lovin´)
But not like you love your freedom

Help me
I think I´m falling
In love too fast
It´s got me hoping for the future
And worrying about the past
´Cause I´ve seen some hot, hot blazes
Come down to smoke and ash but
We love our lovin´ (lovin´)
But not like we love our freedom
Hey

Oh
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 around
Flirting and flirting
Hurting too
We love our lovin´
But not like we love our freedom

(Falling, falling)
(Falling, falling)
(Falling, falling)