Oh Samson, my Samson
You unlocked my heart with a key
you gave to me, i thought it would never fit...
Your hair was long when I met you
and even after it was cut, you were still beautiful.
Oh Samson, my Samson
How we laughed and played in sunny days
and rolled like thunder in wild ways
beneath the sheets of cotton and paper
lies my regretful sighs and words of truth
Oh Samson, you came into my little bed
told me I was beautiful and kissed my head
I told you with sad eyes everything was alright
And you kissed me in the morning light.
And after my waves subsided, my duty done
Samson lie still, though I told him he had won.
I went into the kitchen for waffles and bread
Restored his life, and hopped right back into bed
the Book did not mention how I really did love him
And I tried to show him the power of love and waffles
but gave up as he laughed and just wanted to cuddle.
Oh Delilah, my Delilah
I remember, far away, he said
"How I missed you when you left
for New York City.
Oh its just something that you do to me
that makes me miss you so, oh don't you know.
I may not be able to play the guitar
but I can see the silly romantic you really are."
But the Book never wrote of that...
or of how I bought you that artist's hat
That you wear when you think of me
Oh Samson, I love you, can't you see?
Oh Samson, my Samson
just as weak as any man.
So peaceful in my bed
kisses on my forehead...
Then one day I cut your hair,
and no longer loved you sweet and fair,
Asked you to leave,
pleaded you, please
and still you sat there staring.
So i sighed instead,
held the dull scissors and said
"This is why i always win."
