
I saw the light on the night that I passed by her windowI saw the flickering shadows of love on her blindShe was my womanAs she deceived me I watched and went out of my mindMy, my, my, DelilahWhy, why, why, DelilahI could see that girl was no good for meBut I was lost like a slave that no man could freeAt break of day when that man drove away, I was waitingI cross the street to her house and she opened the doorShe stood there laughingI felt the knife...