Open, here comes the pain.

Help me, I think I'm falling in love again. When I get that crazy feeling, I know; I'm in trouble again. 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 .