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 could see, that girl was no good for me

But I was lost like a slave that no man could free

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