As any couturier could attest
In a suit Goren's immaculately dressed
But it's those casual black T's
That leave me weak in the knees
And verging on cardiac arrest.
If Bobby were to whisper in your ear
"You're looking mighty fine m'dear"
Would you fall in a faint
Or forgo all restraint
And invite him out for a beer?
The personnel files are dotted
With women completely besotted
With his eyes or his smile -
Even once in a while
With the way Goren's ties are knotted.
Detective Alexandra Eames
Doesn't go to some people's extremes
But despite the impression
Of excessive discretion
She is not as indifferent as she seems