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The WhatsApp Shakespeare.
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Once upon a time there was a (girl)
Girl, and there was a serpent (serpent)
Oh, and her name was Eve (Eve)
And she took a bite from the apple (apple)
And the story ain't this dissimilar
Many, many, many, many moons later
She'd be deceived by her very own traitor
And he weren't even my type on paper
Such sweet poetry he would write
The WhatsApp Shakespeare Killer we call him
Lies just to climb into your bedroom door
Now you're fighting for your life on your bedroom floor
And, and a devil did send him, heart of blue, black venom
My mother knew when she met him
Wolf in sheep's clothes, oh, but in this case, denim
Uh, cold-blood felon
Oh, how Mother would then mourn the ghost of her daughter
As he lured me in like a lamb to the slaughter
Yeah, yeah, sounds very dramatic, don't it?
A modern-day tragedy I call it
It's a true story, it happened
Oh, how he romanced (romanced) on me, on me, on me
He'd WhatsApp call me, call me with a
"Wherefore art thou, true love?"
He strikes again, ooh, he's a cursive kisser
He romanced on me, on me, on me
Romeo, oh no, I was a fool to love you, damn
Juliet must run, (Juliet) Juliet must vanish
Damn it, cut him off savage, he must be banished
The WhatsApp Shakespeare Killer
I was still breathing, baby, just barely (barely)
Grandma had to bring her Bible (Bible)
Sister wanna hunt him down, but only Jesus can save him now
Like, like, like Lazarus I did rise
What a miracle she could survive, last text sent in the dead of the night
When the light in her eyes left with him
Hold sis earrings, go get him
Oh, how Mother would then mourn the ghost of her daughter
As he lured me in like a lamb to the slaughter
Yeah, yeah, sounds very dramatic, don't it?
A modern-day tragedy I call it
Not with thy flesh, but with thy words, he would
Romance (romance) on me, on me, on me
He'd WhatsApp call me, call me with a
"Wherefore are thou, true love?"
He strikes again, ooh, he's a cursive kisser
He romanced on me, on me, on me
Romeo, oh no, I was a fool to love you, damn
Juliet must run, (Juliet) Juliet must vanish
Damn it, cut him off savage, he must be banished
The WhatsApp Shakespeare Killer
Run, Juliet, run, Juliet, run, silence all notifications
Forward this text to at least ten people, please
Thy words I plead from thy tongue, his weapons of mass seduction
My midsummer night 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-notery
Though I'd like to clarify, no one did die in the story
But I did inside, when I found out I was one of seven other leading ladies
Starring in the new romantic thriller
Presenting the WhatsApp Shakespeare Killer
Ooh, he's a cursive kisser (Romeo Fraud)
He'd WhatsApp call me (call me, call me with the) mm (wow)
Wherefore (ooh) art thou (mm), true love?
Oh (bam, bam, bam, bam, bam)
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
Fact, your Uber's outside
Must learn the art of airtime
You never must reply
You must escape the clutches of this Fake Prince Charming
A.k.a. the WhatsApp Shakespeare, darling, dun-dun, dun-dun-dun
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