Tom Jones - Delilah

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 deceived me I watched and went out of my mind . . .

My my my Delilah . . . Why why why Delilah?

I can see that girl was no good for me
But I was lost like a slave that no man could see

At break of day when the man drove away I was waiting
I crossed the street to her house and she opened the door

She stood there laughing

I felt the knife in my hands and she laughed no more . . .

My my my Delilah . . . Why why why Delilah?

So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me Delilah I just could not take any more . . .