Music: Tom Waits
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, there's people everywhere
And i wonder, should i offer you a chair
Well if you sit down with this old clown
I 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 tom-cat 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
Well I can see that you are lonesome just like me
And it being late, you'd like some company
When 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
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