Sim Sala Bim کے بول

He was so kind, such a gentleman tied to the oceanside Lighting a match on the suitcase's latch in the fading of night Ruffled the fur of the collie 'neath the table Ran out the door through the dark Carved out his initials in the bark Then the earth shook, that was all that it took for the dream to break All the loose ends would surround me again in the shape of your face What makes me love you despite the reservations? What do I see in your eyes Besides my reflection hanging high? Are you off somewhere reciting incantations? Sim sala bim on your tongue Carving off the hair of someone's young Remember when you had me cut your hair? Call me Delilah then, I wouldn't care