Before I begin…no I don't fancy every bloke in Sherlock
Enjoy
x
Ooh la la
Ooh la la la la
A consultant in clues
He doesn't give me the blues
Tall and towering
Eyes of ice
He's always so precise
Gloves scarf and coat
It's to easy to dote
Ooh la la la la
Ooh la la la la
A solider with a gun
And a smile like the sun
Short and sweet
Heart of gold
You've been told
Jackets, jumpers and a sweater
The Dr may be better
Ooh la la la la
Ooh la la la la
A respectable high ranked man
Consider me a number one fan
Head held high
He doesn't mean to pry
Umbrella and a smart car
It'll drive you far
The older brother hmmm
Ooh la la la la
Ooh la la la la
A Detective inspector
His words a constant lecture
Keeping up to date
His works a little late
That's why he needs "anything you've got"
Coats and fancy suits
It's hard not to take a few looks
Ooh la la la la
Ooh la la la la
A consulting criminal
He aint predictable
Stands with a head tilt
Words of venom
Let's get him
Famous tailored brands
I'd take his hands
Ooh la la la la
Ooh la la la la
The crazed men of B Street
Make us sit on our seat
With the fancy clothing, the high professions
And the always loaded guns
This is no attempt at puns
Flutter those eyes and sit and stare, go on I dare
You know you love 'em
Don't pretend
You think each one of them a gorgeous gem
Ooh la la la la
Just a little silly poem I wrote because I know practically every girl/woman on here fancies at least one of em!
Thanks for reading x