Delilah
GREGORY PERKINS
DELILAH
WRITERS BARRY MASON, LES REED
Delilah I saw the light On the night That I passed
by her window I saw the flickering shadow 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 crossed
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 Forgive me
Delilah I just couldn't take any more