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I admit that you could call me a little naughty
They weren’t kidding when they called me a specialist
People find me nowadays
To mend their big bad ways
I cut loose whatever problem they dare admit
Brilliant? Yes.
If you find yourself in need of a little favor
All you need to do is say the magic words
Dear Jim I’ve lost my way
To me its child’s play
In no time, peace you will find with my regards
Pathetic
Poor unfortunate souls
In pain, in need
This one hates his lover’s sister
This one wants to disappear
And do I help them?
Yes, indeed
Those poor unfortunate souls
So sad, so true
They come threading to my web
Crying, help Moriarty, please!
Do I help them!
Yes I do
No one ever gets to me
I don’t like to get dirty
But I’ll admit that you came pretty close
See we’ve had enough time to play
Only now you’re in my way
You poor unfortunate soul
(SPEAKING)
JIM: D’you know what happens if you don’t leave me alone, Sherlock, do you?
SHERLOCK: Oh, let me guess: I get killed.
JIM: Kill you? N-no, don’t be obvious. I mean, I’m gonna kill you anyway some day. I don’t wanna rush it, though. I’m saving it up for something special. No-no-no-no-no. If you don’t stop prying, I’ll burn you. I’ll burn the heart out of you.
SHERLOCK: What if I were to shoot you now? Right now.
JIM: Then you could cherish the look of surprise on my face.
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I've loved this, our little game
Only daddy’s disappointed his distraction turned out so ORDINARY
Framing you might seem a bit unfair
I thought we could really be a pair
But instead you turn to John
A meager little pawn
After all you’re all so dull I’ll make you fall
Come on, they’re not all that impressed with your deductions
Most people want to punch you when they can
So it won’t take much for them
To think I’m your hired hand
It’s he who holds the key who gets the crown
Come on you poor unfortunate soul
Go ahead! Play your part
I’m a very busy man and I haven’t got all day
I won’t burn much
Just your heart
You poor unfortunate soul
So sad, no not really
If you want to save your friends my sweet
You jump or sniper’s show
Take a breath and talk to John
I’ll blow my head before you go
You’ve got to admit that’s a lot sexier
The boss is on a roll!
This poor unfortunate soooul!!!!