At break of day when that 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 hand 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 couldn’t take any more.
(Forgive me Delilah I just couldn’t take any more.)