Oh Delilah, where'd he find you? All alone on the floor feeling mental Everyone was downstairs You and him, on the floor, going mental Oh Delilah, what's inside you? Is it fear or is it love that defines you? You feel brittle, you fall apart No one else in the world understands your heart Oh Delilah where's your fire? Where's the fruit of your fault, your supplier? What makes a man? Is it attire? What makes you fall for his lust and desire? They're so uniform and systematic Craving nothing but a superficial status Bless your soul As you grow old You'll know feeling more than anyone could know Oh Delilah Oh Delilah where's your fire? Where's the fruit of your fault, your supplier? What makes a man? Is it attire? What makes you fall for his lust and desire?