I can't feel ya Your body Been hitting the sensimilla With a hot toddy Lying on the sofa It's so weedy Won't you come on over? 'Cause I need ya PRE-Chorus All the lying in the thick of it And learning not to give a shit The smiling The timing And all this late night rhyming Well this is the thing... Shoulda known you wanted to come over my friend Won't you come on over again Could you buy some fags from the shops? Been recently a bit on the rocks I said I can't feel ya Miss Delilah You're playing with my hair Yeah I try but Something's just not there Miss Delilah You're playing with my hair Yeah I try but Something's just not there Won't you come on...