Delilah - TOM JONES

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 the 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 fel...