| Hey Delilah, you got the power over me
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| All bound up in your shackles and chains
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| And I ain’t even tryin' to get free
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| She brings me the medicine
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| Disposes of the evidence
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| She don’t fall apart on the witness stand
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| Brother, I would say she’s heaven sent
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| She got a wild streak a mile long
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| Helps me sing a dirty song
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| You know I do what she wants
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| And not a thing that she don’t
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| And I hope I never do her no wrong
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| Hey Delilah, you got the powr over me
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| All bound up in your shackles and chains
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| And I ain’t ven tryin' to get free
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| Hey Delilah, I tell you what you got to believe
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| Hey hey hey, Delilah
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| She’s all right with me
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| She sold me out a time or two
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| I begged her, honey, how could you?
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| She got a hand on her hip
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| And a finger to her lip
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| Said hush, baby, that’ll do
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| She burnin' like a blue flame
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| Lot’s of boys callin' her name
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| I run em off with an old jawbone
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| They know better than to come around my baby again
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| I said, hey Delilah, you got the power over me
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| All bound up in your shackles and chains
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| And I ain’t even tryin' to get free
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| Hey Delilah, I tell you what you got to believe
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| Hey hey hey, Delilah
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| She’s all right with me
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| I’ll buy anything she’s got to sell
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| Man, that woman, she really can give em hell!
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| Hey Delilah, you got the power over me
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| All bound up in your shackles and chains
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| And I ain’t even tryin' to get free
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| Hey Delilah, I tell you what you got to believe
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| Hey hey hey, Delilah
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| She’s all right with me
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| She’s all right with me |