Oh Delilah make not too much haste Let me wait for death I already taste And I'd break free where I not tangled in the lace And the rose round you hips And it's not the horses or the armies that kill me But it's one lie from your lips Oh Delilah love jealous as the grave My heart you rend and my head you shave In sight of you I do not even have the strength To bite your arm when it grips And it's not the horses or the armies that kill me But it's one lie from your lips