From LJ and flr-the team that brought you...well..nowt else really.
Come on you Potters!
I saw the light on the night that I passed by her windowI saw the flickering shadows of love on her blindShe was my womanAs she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind
My, my, my, DelilahWhy, why, why, DelilahI could see that girl was no good for meBut I was lost like a slave that no man could free
At break of day when that man drove away, I was waitingI cross the street to her house and she opened the doorShe stood there laughingI felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more
My, my, my DelilahWhy, why, why DelilahSo before they come to break down the doorForgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any moreForgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more
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