(originally by Les Reed)
He saw the light on that night as he passed by her window
He saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind
She was his woman
But as she deceived him he watched and went out of his mind
My, my, my Delilah
Why, why, why Delilah
Then he said "That girl is no good for me"
But he was lost like a slave that no man can free
At break of day when that man drove away he was waiting
He crossed the street to her house and she opened the door
She stood there laughing
He felt the knife in his hand and she laughed no more
My, my, my Delilah
Why, why, why Delilah
Then before they came to beak down the door
He told his Delilah he just couldn't take anymore
She stood there laughing
He felt the knife in his and and she laughed no more
My, my, my Delilah
Why, why, why Delilah
Then before they came to break down the door
He told his Delilah he just couldn't take anymore
Forgive him, Delilah, he just couldn't take anymore
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