Delilah [1968]

I saw the light on the night that I pa*sed by her window

I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind

She was my woman

As she decieved me I watched and went out of my mind

My, my, my, Delilah

Why, why, why, Delilah

I could see that girl was no good for me

But I was lost like a slave that no man could free

At break of day when that man drove away, I was waiting

I cross the street to her house and she opened the door

She stood there laughing

I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more

My, my, my Delilah

Why, why, why Delilah

So before they come to break down the door

Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more

(insert trumpet solo here)

She stood there laughing

I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more

My, my, my, Delilah

Why, why, why, Delilah

So before they come to break down the door

Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more

Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more