Ur Not Delilah

You're not Delilah, and you're not in New York City You're just sittin' on the couch But tonight you look so pretty next to me You and the moon, hard to believe It's just us three Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me What you do to me You're not Delilah, I've been lookin' for a reason You would ever choose to love me Don't you know that I can't even play guitar I can't believe I caught your heart A shooting star Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me A thousand miles seems pretty far But they've got planes, and trains, and cars I'd walk to you if I had no other way Baby, I can promise you That by the time that we get through The world will never ever be the same And you're to blame (oh-oh) You're not Delilah, but to me, you're even better And you love me half to death Even though I couldn't ever write a song That'd make you wanna sing along Like this one Oh, it's what you do to me (it's what you do to me) Oh, it's what you do to me (ah) Oh, it's what you do to me (it's what you do to me) Oh, it's what you do to me What you do to me You're not Delilah, you're not Delilah You're not Delilah, you're not Delilah But to me, you're even better