Hey there Delilah,
This song's a Dear John letter.
I've met another woman
And she's a whole lot better.
She's hotter than you,
And does the sex stuff you won't do.
Shes not a prude.

Hey there Delilah,
I know that this might be cliché,
But I still want to be your friend.
That's not just something I'd say.
It is true.
But I'm busy I'll myspace you,
In a week or two.

Oh, I'm breaking up with you.
Oh, I'm breaking up with you.
It's something that I have to do.
Oh, I'm breaking up with you.
Breaking up with you.

Hey there Delilah,
It's o.k. that you are crying.
I know that you're heartbroken,
Cause a love like ours is dying.
What we had was great,
But now I've found my true soulmate.
It must be fate.

Hey there Delilah,
I left some stuff in your room.
A couple shirts and my old ipod cord.
Could you pleae send them soon?
And can you pay,
All the rent you owe from last May?
You said you'd pay.

Oh, I'm breaking up with you.
All my friends they hated you.
Oh, I'm breaking up with you.
Oh, it's not me it's you.

I know this all seems pretty fast,
And I told you our love would last.
In hindsight it looks like I was very wrong.
Cause now I know what true love is,
And what we felt just wasn't it,
Despite the fact I said it in that song.
Delilah I can promise you
That this time we're really through,
And no matter what you want to claim,
You're to blame.

Hey there Delilah,
Now I know we've gone platonic,
But I'm rich off our old love song.
Aren't those album sales ironic? I got signed.
They say I'm this year's biggest find.
The bad news I cheated the whole time.
I left so many clues behind,
But you were blind.

Oh, I was cheating on you,
But you never ever knew.
Oh, slept with your sister too.
She's like a younger you.
Don't tell her I told you.

A ton of woahs ~