I Hope That I Dont Fall In Love With You

Tom:

[Intro]
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[Verso 1]
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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.
*
( 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. )
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Well the night does funny things inside a man.
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These old tomcat feelings you don't understand,
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Well I turn around to 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,
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And it being late, You'd like some some company.
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Well I turn around to 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, 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 at you; you're nowhere to be found,
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I search the place for your lost face,
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Guess I'll have another round.
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And I think that I just fell in love with you.
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