Delilah Lyrics

Delilah is a dancer on the weekends

The rest of the time she's writing songs

She don't care if it's cold outside she'll wear her tights and

Stop to chat with anyone she knows

Swinging side to side my head starts to blur the lines

And smack I meet some concrete in my way

She reminds me while I'm down To brush away all

The money and love men drop before her feet

I spit blood where I slipped

Put five dollars in my lip

She snatched it with her hip

And points it at the booth

Delilah is a singer, dancer

Model, waiter

That girl can do it all

Making a living stepping over the fallen crowns

In a joint with bloodstains on the roof

The sofa starts to feel me

And I started to think more bold

My hands they just go all limp-y

My hearts pumping in my throat

Time moves more slowly

As The Bombay puts on my coat

I stumble towards the alley

And reach out with a smoke

Delilah is a singer, dancer

Model, Waiter

That girl can do it all

Making a living kissing guys who taste like dope

In a 12 buck joint in montreal

Delilah is a singer, dancer

Model, waiter

Delilah is a singer, dancer

Model, waiter

Delilah is a singer, dancer

Model, waiter

And now my friend