| Oh, Samson, it’s been said you were a mighty man
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| I’ve heard it said you killed a lion with your hands
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| And when the people of Philistia raised your Ire
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| Ain’t you the man who set their fields on fire?
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| You faced an army of Philistines all alone
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| And didn’t you tear at their flesh with just a bone?
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| So tell me, Samson, if these things I hear are true
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| How could you let a woman get the best of you?
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| I’ve heard it said you were the best of many men
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| That you could tear a city gate right off it’s hinge
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| And that the strongest rope just could not hold you bound
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| And you completely tore one temple down
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| How could you let yourself get caught in such disgrace?
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| You got the best of every man you ever faced
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| And after all the mighty enemies you slew
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| How could you let a women get the best of you?
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| You’ve battled many a man till he has turned and fled
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| Then turned around and let a woman turn your head
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| You loved the best, my man, but you were bound to fall
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| By the very thing that you loved best of all
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| Oh, Samson, it’s been said you were a mighty man
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| And women were your weakness, this I understand
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| But after all the mighty armies you went through
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| How could you let a woman get the best of you?
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| Oh, Samson, it’s been said you were a mighty man
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| And women were your weakness, this I understand
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| But after all the mighty armies you went through
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| How could you let a woman get the best of you?
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| How could you let Delilah get the best of you? |