| Delilah was a high flying flootie
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| Delilah needed seventeen phones
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| Don’t phone her, there isn’t anymore
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| Delilah, Delilah Jones
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| Her story is sad
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| The ending was bad
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| Delilah Jones, Delilah Jones
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| She let a no-good guy beguile her
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| Delilah, weep for Delilah
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| The devil got a lease on her bones
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| Just a trumpet-playing bum from Biloxi
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| Delilah nicely gives him the cross
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| But Sammy, he blew some crazy notes
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| And whammy, Delilahs lost
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| That fiery dog turned into a moll
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| That he double-crossed
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| Delilah, Delilah
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| She let a no-good guy beguile her
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| Delilah was completely lost
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| That Sammy hopped a car and a chauffer
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| He robbed her of her sparkling stones
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| Then he left her when all the dough was gone
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| He dropped her, Delilah Jones
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| Delilah Jones, Delilah Jones
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| She filled him with lead until he was dead
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| And out of her bones
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| Delilah, Delilah
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| The gal was number two
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| She finally got her due
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| Delilah, Delilah |