My, my dear Delilah I was drunk and fell on the floor there I saw your lover hiding under the couch. My, my dear Delilah I slit his throat with a knife there was so much blood on the floor you got a mop and tried to clean it up before the blood was running down to the next level. But I run away before there was a knock on the door I couldn't take anymore I feel sick when I see so much blood, forgive me, dear Delilah for you got twenty years in the goal.