Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you. 'Cause falling in love just makes me blue. Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see, I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me. And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. Well the room is crowded, people everywhere And I wonder should I offer you a chair? Well if you sit down with this old clown, Take that frown and break it, before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it, And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. Well the night does funny things inside a man. These old tomcat feelings you don't understand, Well I turn around to look at you; you light a cigarette, I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met. And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. I can see that you are lonesome just like me, And it being late, You'd like some some company. Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me, The guy you're with has up and split the chair next to you's free. And I hope that you don't fall in love with me. Now it's closing time, the music's fading out. Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout. Well I turn around to look at you; you're nowhere to be found, I search the place for your lost face, Guess I'll have another round. And I think that I just fell in love with you.
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Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue.
Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me.
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown,
Take that frown and break it, before the evening's gone away,
I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
Well the night does funny things inside a man.
These old tomcat feelings you don't understand,
Well I turn around to look at you; you light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met.
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
I can see that you are lonesome just like me,
And it being late, You'd like some some company.
Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up and split the chair next to you's free.
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.
Now it's closing time, the music's fading out.
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you; you're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face,
Guess I'll have another round.
And I think that I just fell in love with you.
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