I Hope that I Don't Fall in Love with You

	  		
Intro: C	F	F/G	G	(x 2) 

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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. 
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( 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, 

He'll 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 I'm feeling like 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.