Delilah

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