[00:00.00] 作词 : Prince
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Prince
[00:16.62]Dinner with Delores
[00:20.68]Must be some kind of sin
[00:24.64]Like a Brontosaurus
[00:28.69]She was packing it in
[00:33.12]The first night we dined
[00:35.15]And by the next time
[00:37.20]This girl was eating all but the tip
[00:40.78]And by the stroke of midnight
[00:45.41]She wanted some more (more)
[00:48.98]Showing dirty movies
[00:53.03]Like some kind of whore
[00:57.09]But she was wasting her time
[00:59.47]Cause there wasn't a line
[01:01.56]That would make me come 'round her door
[01:05.24]Dinner with Delores
[01:09.34]Must be some kind of sin
[01:13.38]Her bell's just a-broken (bell's just broken)
[01:17.35]Since 1984
[01:21.63](Dancing) Dancing like a white girl (white girl)
[01:25.47]On disco dirty floors
[01:30.19]Damn, Delores, pick another subject please
[01:38.13]Introduce the carpet to something other than your knees
[01:45.71]Like a real confession
[01:49.08]No one could be more made up than you
[01:53.92]Nothings left for guessing
[01:58.02]What a shame
[01:59.50](Boo hoo) Boo hoo
[02:02.43]Guitar solo
[02:27.01]I'd call you a friend
[02:28.76]But it must be a sin
[02:30.85]And I've run out of cheeks to turn
[02:34.53]Dinner with Delores
[02:39.12]No more, that's the end

作词 : Prince
作曲 : Prince
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
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
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