| Play fair Delilah
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| Though I like you and you’re pretty
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| There’s a thousand pounds of weight
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| I’m lifting right now and you’re sitting on my shoes
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| Most girls ain’t quite as light as you
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| But it’s very rude
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| Play fair Delilah
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| Though you’re really quite persistent
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| It’s not fair how you get on me
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| Cause I’m strong without nutrition or exercise
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| Didn’t you employ some private eyes
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| To find out why
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| Oh, what you do to me
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| Oh, it’s much too cruel to me
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| Oh, what you do to me
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| Oh, it’s worse than UFC, and WWE
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| Play fair Delilah
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| I know I’m not sweatin' hard
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| But, girl, you really shouldn’t send in guys to do mixed martial arts
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| When I’m in bed
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| We’ll have to fight until they’re dead
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| And my wardrobe’s wrecked
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| Play fair Delilah
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| You’ve got steroid allegations
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| Though I’m simply strong you wrote that I was taking HGH
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| And I am not -- even though I love to read your blog
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| Girl, that was wrong
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| A thousand pounds seems pretty hard
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| But I ain’t got veins that strain my arms
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| It bothers you that I have some other way
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| Your friends they always cause a fuss
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| But I just laugh and whomp their butts
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| You know that none of them have felt such pain
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| Delilah, I can promise you
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| The Bible will reveal the truth
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| But, girl, you’ll never ever read a page
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| 'Cause you’re New Age
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| Play fair Delilah
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| Just be good and don’t you dis me
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| No more tears or I’ll be done with you
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| And I’ll remain a mystery with no clue
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| You’ll need a dog like Scooby Doo
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| You can be as clever as you want to
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| Hey, where did I leave my shampoo
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| That’s one for you
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| Oh, what you do to me
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| Oh, it’s much too cruel to me
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| Oh, what you do to me
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| Oh, it’s worse than UFC -- it’s like watchin' Halo 3
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| Judges 16:16
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| With such nagging she prodded him day after day until he was tired to death |