Hey There Fadsillah

This is a parody for Hey There Delilah by the Plain White T's. Feel free to contact me to join the We Hate Fadsillah hateclub.

Hey there Fadsillah, I think you look awfully shitty,
Is it all the make-up you put on that makes you think you're pretty,
Well you're not.
Shut the fuck up and suck some cock.
Oh wait, you're gay.
Hey there Fadsillah, don't you lie about the abortion,
And you know as well as I do everyone has had their portion of your twat,
You got pussy lessons from your aunt?
You are a whore.
Oh, you look like E.T.
Oh, You look like E.T.
Oh, You look like E.T.
You look like E.T.
Hey there Fadsillah, you must be a fucking retard,
If you think he has a small dick,
You just couldn't get his cock hard,
Yes it's true,
I know a few people that you've screwed,
Like ninety-two.
Oh, you look like E.T.
Oh, you look like E.T.
Oh, you look like E.T.
Oh, you look like E.T.
You look like E.T.
Hey there Fadsillah, I've got so much let to say,
If you're mature enough to then go tell your friends it's you little bitch,
Getting drunken sex from you wasn't cool,
You're late for school.
Oh, you look like E.T.
Oh, you look like E.T.
Oh, you look like E.T.
Oh, you look like E.T.
You look like E.T.
Your legs can spread extremely far,
You almost got me done in Rosliza's car,
You faked an overdose from cheap cocaine,
Kiran and I make fun of you and laugh until our faces turned blue,
We know that you're a dirty, dirty slut.
Fadsillah, I can promise you that by the time this song is through,
The world will never think of you the same,
And I'm to blame.
Hey there Fadsillah, I didn't finish my English homework,
Five more years and you'll be done with school,
And you'll still be a myspace whore, it's true,
Girls only call you for a screw,
You let them do what they want to.
Hey there Fadsillha, here's to you,
This one's for you.
Oh, you look like E.T.
Oh, you look like E.T.
Oh, you look like E.T.
Oh, you look like E.T.
You look like E.T.
Hoe oooh hoe,
Wore oooh hoe,
Ooooh, whore.

.a poetic retelling of an unfortunate seduction.

The language in the dimmer rooms seems to represent the light source well,
How soft they speak and seem to be at peace,
With the music and the madness that is pulling me in to this,
And the shades of the lamps are woven red,
The light, it stains and consecrates,
Annointing all forgotten forms that swirl and smoke,
And haunt this place,
The girls in gowns all nurse the dark,
Pulling it near to their swelling breasts,
And watch as it seeps to their hearts,
And beats within their virgin chests,
And here, I know seduction breeds from wanton hearts that would,
Seduce and grows and spreads its vine,
And leaves embracing those who might have moved,
But now remain to drink the night from vials black and thick,
With intoxicating delights would leave you drunk,
Inside this dream,
And you watch them take the light from you,
And you find yourself on a velvet couch,
Tasting the skin of a foreign girl,
Her eyes are black and wet like oil,
And she ties your hands with a string of pearls,
And you tremble like a frightened bird,
As she closes in and captures you to place you,
An a silver cage deep within her poisoned womb,
So once you're safe inside, she might let you out,
To fly in circles around the room,
But its always night and there is no moon,
And you wonder if you are still alive,
And you're not sure if you want to be,
But you drink her sweat like it was wine,
And you lay with her on a bed of blue and its awful sweet,
Like the fruit she cuts and feeds to you.