I saw the light on the night that I passed 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 [bad word] to break down the door 
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more 
(insert [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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