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 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—
They know her all over town
Those men, they’ve 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 my—
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
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