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