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 crossed the street to her house and she opened the doorShe stood there laughingI felt a knife in my handand she saidShe left no moreMy, 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 free
