They call her a liar
They call her a thief
They call her the girl with the broken leaves
They call her delilah
The queen of deceit
They call her the girl from the magazine
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 health
They know her all over town
Those man they've had their turns, 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
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 health
Still I lie here, on her bed
Still I lie here, on her chest
Still I lie here, on her bed
Still I lie here, on her chest
