Nothing ever happens to John Watson 
Nothing ever happened until you 
I had a blog full of empty facts 
sense of peace that threatened to last 
There was only one bullet in that gun for only one use 
And like a hurricane you blew it away 
Swept me up in your dangerous games 
They think I’d rather be safe than free, well 
Show’s you what you know about me 
Well [bad word] my therapist, [bad word] [bad word] 
There’s crooks to catch and DI’s to fool  [bad word] your brother and [bad word] my leg 
Let’s find the dangerous 
It could be dangerous 
That’s what you said 
You’ve got [bad word] on my leg without a cure 
Sending texts to murderers, 
What color suitcase and catch that cab 
Who is this bloke is he must be mad  [bad word] s busts Rachel two poisoned pills 
We both have an addiction to the thrill 
And then things wind down 
And they tell me I shouldn’t stick around 
If I want to stay safe and sound 
Well [bad word] my therapist, [bad word] [bad word] 
There’s crooks to catch and DI’s to fool  [bad word] your brother and [bad word] my leg 
Let’s find the dangerous 
It could be dangerous 
That’s what you said 
My hand refuses to shake 
And my mind is wide awake 
This man might be crazy but he’s a genius 
Don’t need a [bad word] cane 
Or life that’s inane 
What do you see, when you walk with Sherlock Holmes 
So [bad word] the Yard and [bad word] personal space 
We’ll breathe each other’s air and get off on the case  [bad word] your assumptions and [bad word] old strife 
I think this man just saved my life, oh 
Well [bad word] my therapist, [bad word] [bad word] 
There’s crooks to catch and DI’s to fool  [bad word] your brother and [bad word] my leg 
Let’s find the dangerous 
It could be dangerous 
That’s what you said 
Nothing ever happens to John Watson 
Nothing ever happened until you