You asked me to sing with you
You said we'd make such beautiful music together
You asked me to stay
and I said okay
But now you don't like my pirate ways
You don't like my musical style
You don't even like my parrot Pete
Oh, Delilah, you make me sad
Delilah, you treat me bad
Delilah, you're driving me mad
When Pirates Marry Detectives
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