Oh Delilah make not too much haste
let me wait for d**h I already taste
and Id break free where I not tangled in the lace
and the rose round you hips
and its not the horses or the armies that k** me
but its one lie from your lips
Oh Delilah love jealous as the grave
my heart you rend and my head you shave
in sight of you I do not even have the strength
to bite your arm when it grips
and its not the horses or the armies that k** me
but its one lie from your lips