y, 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 

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