| F | Bb | C | F | | I | hope that I don’t | fall in love with | you | |
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| Bb | C | | Cause falling in love | just makes me blue |
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| Bb | F | Bb | F | | Well the | music plays and | you dis | | |
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play your heart for me to see |
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| Bb | F | Bb | C | F | Bb | C | | I | had a beer and | now I hear you | calling out to | me | | C And I hope that | I don't fall in love with you. |
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Now 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, |
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he'll 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 I don't fall in love with you |
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Now the night does funny things inside a man |
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These old tomcat feelings you don't understand |
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I turn around and look at you, you light a cigarette |
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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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And I can see that you are lonesome just like me |
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And I'm feeling like you'd like 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 is 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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I turn around and look at you, you're nowhere to be found |
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I search the place for your lost face, I 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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