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