They call her a liar They call her a thief They call her the girl with the broken leaves They call her delilah The queen of deceit They call her the girl from the magazine Well everybody there told me This girl she ain't good for your health She ain't good for your health But I was head over heels Didn't care much about my health Didn't care much about my health They know her all over town Those man they've had their turns, they've got Plenty of bad words up their sleeves She likes those gazing eyes As the wind blows through her thighs, she's like One of them girls from the TV screen Well everybody there told me This girl she ain't good for your health She ain't good for your health But I was head over heels Didn't care much about my health Didn't care much about my health Still I lie here, on her bed Still I lie here, on her chest Still I lie here, on her bed Still I lie here, on her chest