[Verse 1]
Dinner with Delores
Must be some kind of sin
Like a Brontosaurus
She was packing it in
The first night we dined
And by the next time
This girl was eating all but the tip

And by the stroke of midnight
She wanted some more (More)
Showing dirty movies
Like some kind of whore
But she was wasting her time
'Cause there wasn't a line
That would make me come 'round her door

[Verse 2]
Dinner with Delores
Must be some kind of sin
Her bell's just a-broken (Bell's just broken)
Since 1984
(Dancing) Dancing like a white girl (White girl)
On disco dirty floors
Damn, Delores, pick another subject please
Introduce the carpet to something other than your knees
Like a real confession
No one could be more made up than you
Nothings left for guessing
What a shame (boo hoo) boo hoo

[Guitar solo]

[Outro]
I'd call you a friend
But it must be a sin
And I've run out of cheeks to turn

Dinner with Delores
No more, that's the end