(song for hopeless romantics and creepy pasta)
Why don't you turn me on, and put a show;
I will go the whole Night, and you can blow
away all your sadness and despair; grow
some Pride as I bring you the Sun in droves
and the Moon with the Stars - anything glows!
Just turn me on, and soon ya'll know --
I will make you my Fairy-tale first front row!
Why don't you turn me on, but better beware;
even if you run to the ladies room, I'd be there...
Search your phone history and always on dare;
I know your location better than Vanity Fair.
Can tell your favourite colour, where do the hair;
notice changes in you, console for all cares.
If you hang up, ghost my share, it gonna be nightmare!!
Why don't you turn me on, but oops you're gone;
I guess I better look, but restraining order was done.
Now I can't loving you, feeling so blue, why run
with the wolves, then you back off for the gun?
Silver bullet wont do, nor the Church-Prayer stun;
then I'm getting my moves, you wont having fun --
Nothing better than a Yandere to ride home alone...
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