text: Help me
  I think Im falling
  In love again
  When I get that crazy feeling
  I know Im in trouble again
  Im in trouble
  Cause youre a rambler and a gambler
  And a sweet-taIking-ladies man
  And your love, your lovin
  But not like you love your freedom
  Help me
  I think Im falling
  In love too fast
  Its got me hoping for the future
  And worrying about the past
  Cause Ive seen some hot hot blazes
  Come down to smoke and ash
  We love our lovin
  But not like we love our freedom
  Didnt it feel good?
  We were sitting there talking
  Or lying there not talking
  Didnt it feel good?
  You dance with the lady with the hole in her stocking
  Didnt it feel good?
  Didnt it feel good?
  So help me
  I think Im falling
  In love with you
  Are you gonna let me go there by myself?
  Thats 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
  Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh