We're all relatively mature adults, right? And for those of us who aren't so mature, there's satellite radio!
That said, sing the following lyrics to the tune on this link and try to honestly say you haven't been there......
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ia_MSidWrig
I sat before her to work on my latest creation
I flipped the switch and the needle I began to raise
She was my Singer
As she deceived me I watched and went into a rage
My, my, my, Delilah
Why? Why? Why Delilah?
I could see the tension was too off for me
But I was bound and determined my project to save
Next thing I knew, my Singer, she lay there in pieces
I troubleshooted all night while I pounded the door……
At last, I found it
Shouting I pulled out the fuzz that covered the floor……
My, my, my Delilah
Why? Why? Why Delilah?
So before I blow you up with C-4,
Forgive me Delilah, I just couldn't take any more
(instrumental)
At last, I found it
Shouting I pulled out the fuzz that covered the floor……
My, my, my Delilah
Why? Why? Why Delilah?
So before I blow you up with C-4,
Forgive me Delilah, I just couldn't take any more
Forgive me Delilah, I just couldn't take any more