They call her a liar They call her a thief They call her the girl with the broken leaves They call her Delilah They queen of deceit
They call her the girl from the magazine
Oh, well everybody there told me "This girl, she ain´t good for your health She ainât good for your health" But I was head over heels Didn´t care much about my health Didn´t care much about myâ
They know her all over town Those men, theyâve had their times 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
Oh, 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 myâ
Still I lie here On her bed Still I lie here On her chest Still I lie here, Lord On her bed On her bed Still I lie here, Lord On her chest On her chest