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 gambler
  Like a sweet talking ladies man
  And you 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
  Ive seen a lot of hot, hot blazes
  Come down to smoke and ash
  And we love our lovin
  But not like we love our freedom
  Sweet 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?
  Didnt it feel good? Didnt it feel good?
  Didnt it feel good? Didnt it feel good?
  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
  And flirting around and hurting, too
  We love our lovin
  But not like we love our freedom
  Sweet freedom