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Hey There John Watson,
What’s it like in my apartment,
I’ve deduced that you’ve been shot, son
And you’re looking pretty startled
Yes you do
My skull can shine as bright as you,
I swear it’s true

Hey There John Watson
Don’t you worry about the dead guy
I can clean it up when dinner comes,
It’s borrowed from the lab-
A jar of eyes
Look at this trench coat it’s my disguise
Hold that cab

Oh, It wasn’t suicide,
No, it wasn’t suicide,
Oh, it wasn’t suicide,
No, it wasn’t suicide,
Wasn’t suicide

Hey There John Watson,
I know that your income’s zilch,
But just believe me boy,
Someday I’ll pay the bills and buy you milk,
We’ll have it good,
We’ll have the life we knew we would,
My word is good

Hey There John Watson,
I’ve got so much left to say,
If every simple crime I took you to,
Would take your breath away,
Lets’ go there now,
Even more eyesex for you and me
at 221B

Oh, It wasn’t suicide,
No, It wasn’t suicide,
Oh, it wasn’t suicide,
No It wasn’t suicide…

That red dot on your chest is there,
I’ll jump all on you, mess up your hair,
Jump in the pool if I had no other way,
Your friends would all make fun of us,
And we’ll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this gay,
John Watson I can promise you,
That by the time we finally screw,
The world will never ever be the same,
And you’re to blame

Hey there John Watson,
You be good, don’t binge on jam,
One more year and you’ll be made of cats,
And I’ll deduce the misery, like I do,
You know it’s all because of you,
We can fuck wherever we want to,
Hey there John Watson, here’s the lube,
Come to my room,

Oh, I want your sodomy,
Oh, I want your sodomy,
Oh, I want your sodomy,
Oh, I want your sodomy,
Want your sodomy.

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