Lyrics: K. D. Lang. Recollection 2 CD Set. 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 gambler
Like a sweet talking 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
It's got me hoping for the future
And worrying about the past

I've 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

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?
Didn't it feel good? Didn't it feel good?
Didn't it feel good? Didn't it feel good?

Help me, I think I'm falling in love with you
Are you gonna let me go there by myself
That's 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