You will be the flame that burns
Desdemona into ash
You will be the poisoned drink
For Hamlet in a sash
You will take your pound of flesh
And rip it from her soul
You will be Petruchio
And teach the shrew her role.
You will make her vain and scornful
Her mind will scream from asp
You will drown her with your murder
'Til she chokes her own last gasp.