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Hey Delilah, you've always been a sight for sore eyes

And a winter come and gone couldn't knock you from your course

You're gonna make a lucky man's prize

You are gonna command a fine price someday



You don't need a poor boy like me

I go the way of all storms



Hey Delilah, darlin' you know better than that

Honey now is the time that you should open like a flower

Falling short, I'm falling shor,

Seems that's all I ever do

I'm falling short of you



You don't need a poor boy like me

I go the way of all storms

I'm not the one to ever hold you down



And when I say it's over

Don't make me say it's over

Over and over again

Please have mercy on me