Songtext von Delilah

Sweeter than sweet There is none to compete with Delilah Armful of charm and a four dream alarm, that's Delilah Angels tip their halos The moons straightens his tie And weeping willows smile As she goes by, my... Rarer than rare, All my life I would share With Delilah Heaven would be Anywhere I could see My Delilah I'll grow strong as Samson When she whispers, "I do", I'll hand her the moon and declare, "Delilah, it's for you!" (repeat once)