DELILAH <br /> <br />TOM JONES 1940 <br />ANDRIANO CELENTANO <br /> <br />I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window <br />I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind <br />She was my woman <br />As she decieved me I watched and went out of my mind <br /> <br />My, my, my, Delilah <br />Why, why, why, Delilah <br />I could see that girl was no good for me <br />But I was lost like a slave that no man could free <br /> <br />At break of day when that man drove away, I was waiting <br />I cross the street to her house and she opened the door <br />She stood there laughing <br />I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more <br /> <br />My, my, my Delilah <br />Why, why, why Delilah <br />So before they come to break down the door <br />Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more <br /> <br />(insert trumpet solo here) <br />She stood there laughing <br />I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more <br />My, my, my, Delilah <br />Why, why, why, Delilah <br /> <br />So before they come to break down the door <br />Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more <br />Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more
