Fightin’ fire with fire Watch out you might get what you’re after Cool babies strange but not a stranger I’m an ordinary guy Burning down the house Hold tight Wait till the party’s over Hold tight We’re in for nasty weather There has got to be a way Burning down the house Here’s your ticket…
 
Well she’s all you’d ever want She’s the kind they’d like to flaunt and take to dinner Well she always knows her place She’s got style, she’s got grace, she’s a winner She’s a lady, whoa whoa whoa, she’s a lady Talkin’ about that little lady, and the lady is mine Well she’s never in…
 
I saw the light on the night that i passed by her window I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind She was my woman As she deceived me, i watched and went out of my mind My, my, my, delilah Why, why, why, delilah I could see, that girl was no good…