WRITTEN BY 
TOM WAITSWell, 
I hope that 
I don't fall in love with you.'
Cause falling in love just makes me blue.
When 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, 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.
Well, the night does funny things inside a man.
This 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.
I can see that you are lonesome, just like me.
And it being late, you'd like some company.
Well, 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 is free.
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.
It's closing time, the music's fading out.
Last call for drinks, 
I'll have another stout.
Well, I turn around to look at you, you're nowwhere 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.