The WhatsApp Shakespeare.

Once upon a time there was a girl and there was a supper, oh
And her name was Eve, and she took a bite from the apple
And the story ain't this dissimilar, many, many, many, many moves later
She'd be deceived by her very own traitor
And he wouldn't put my type on paper
So sweet poetry he would write
With a WhatsApp Shakespeare killer, we'd call him
Lies had to climb into your bedroom door
Now you're fighting for your life on your bedroom floor
And then the devil did send him
Hotter blue, black venom
My mother knew when she met him
Wolf in sheep's clothes, oh, but in this case, denim
Cold-blooded filling
Oh, I'm on the ghost of her daughter
Does he lead me in like a lion to the slaughter?

Yeah, yeah, sounds very dramatic, don't it?
No more than a tragedy, I call it
It's a true story

Oh, how he romance
Oh me, oh me, oh me
He bought time
Call me, call me with a wherefore
Or the true love
He strikes again
Oh, he's a cursive kisser
He romance
On me, on me, on me
Wrong, you know I was a fool to love you
Juliet must run
Juliet must vanish
Come on, cut him off, suck his feet, must be banished
The port's up, she's been drained
I was still breathing, baby, just barely
Grandma had to bring her Bible
Sister wanna hunt him down
But only Jesus can save him now

Like, like, like as a recited bride
A miracle she could survive
Lost her accent in the dead of the night
When the light in her eyes left with her
Oh, sis, earrings, go get him
Mother would then mourn the ghost of her daughter
Lead me in like a lamb to the slaughter

Sounds very dramatic, don't it?
A modern-day tragedy, I call it
Not with thy flesh, but with thy words, he would

Romance
On me, on me, on me
He wants that
Call me, call me with a wherefore
Are thou true love?
He strikes again
Oh, he's a cursive kisser
He romance
On me, on me, on me
Wrong, you know I was a fool to love you then

Juliet must run
Juliet must vanish
Cut him off, savage, he must be banished
What's up, Shakespeare, can you
Run, Juliet, run, Juliet, run

Silence all notifications
Forward this text to at least ten people
Thinking I was IP from nighttime
His weapons of mass seduction
My Midsummer Night's Nightmare
Don't end up like me
He's still out there, Romeo Fraud
He's a 6-2 sick mother, five months minimum recovery
From a sweet lie to the all-out Shakespearean
Voice notary, though I'd love to clarify
No one did die in the story
But I didn't side when I found out
I was one of seven of the leading ladies
Starring in the new romantic thriller
Oh, he's a cursive kisser
He puts a girl on me
Wherefore are thou to love?
He would romance
Where once I lived in the palm of his hand
And at the time, how could I understand
Why now I ask you to forward this message or face seven months' sadness
You better run, stick it to the man
You better run while you can
Fuck you, who's outside?
Must learn all the real time
You never must reply
You must take a chance on this big french chanmin'
A-K-A the one that shakes me
No, I'm not done, done, done