You Belong With Me (Permanently): Moriarty + TSwift

Dear sweet baby Jesus. This is without a doubt the most complicated, ridiculous Shrock song I’ve done so far. Thirteen tracks in Audacity, goddamn it. Thirteen. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy and imagine Moriarty dancing around and singing into a hairbrush like TSwift does in the music video. Because I know that I do.

Lyrics:
You’re on the phone with your flatmate, he’s upset
He asked you to buy milk, you always forget
He doesn’t get your genius like I do

I’m in IT, I’m watching you on a screen
I’ve hidden cameras in your flat that you haven’t seen
No one will know you better than I do

‘Cause he wears jumpers, I wear Westwood
I’m pure evil and he’s just so good
I’m waiting for the day when he lets down his guard
And stealing you away won’t be at all hard

Can’t you see that I’m the one who understands you?
Want you for my own, forget Molly
You belong with me, you belong with me

I have you followed everywhere you go
I’ll drop in at Baker St just to say hello
You’d say that I’m obsessed and you would be right
You make it so easy

And you’ve got a brain that would make a neurosurgeon proud
But that boring doctor just drags you down
When you’re with me, you will be greater than great
Once I get rid of your stupid flatmate

‘Cause he saves people, and I kill them
He’s flat broke and I’ve stolen millions
Dreaming ‘bout the day when he lets down his guard
And stealing you away won’t be at all hard

Oh, can’t you see that I’m the one who understands you?
Stalked you fair and square, I’ll make you see
You belong with me

I will find a way to kill your flatmate
Semtex, poison, oh, it’ll be easy
You belong with me

Oh, I remember meeting at the pool in the middle of the night
I know I’m gonna laugh while your stupid doctor cries
I know you’ve got a heart, why aren’t you saving it for me?
If I can’t have you for my own, well then neither can he

Oh, I’ll prove that I’m the one who understands you
Didn’t see this coming, did you, Sherly?
You’re gonna die with me

You’re no angel, neither am I
I’ll pull the trigger and you’ll fly
Baby, you belong with me

Can’t you see that I’m the one who understands you?
Want you for my own, forget Johnny
You belong with me, you belong with me

Oh no, forget Johnny
You belong with me, you belong with me. 

You Know I’m No Good (A Moriarty Love Song…of Sorts)

Based, of course, upon the amazing amazing song of the same name by the late, great Amy Winehouse. Once again, I apologize for the terrible quality and give many thanks to my bro Kellen, without whom I would still be agonizing over what to rhyme with “Westwood.”
(Should you so choose, you can download it here!) 

Send you a text saying “come and play”
I’ve got a treat in store for us today
Come to the pool, and don’t forget your gun
Oh, Sebby, darling, this is so much fun

‘Cause you’re my sniper, my guy
Oh, and when those bullets fly
By the time I’m out the door
Fifteen dead men on the floor

We’re running the world
like I knew we would
I know that you’re trouble
and you know that I’m no good

I’ve got a date with Sherlock Holmes
But don’t be jealous, we won’t be alone
You’re on the roof just across the street
Oh, Sebby, baby, our revenge is sweet

Put on your suit and meet me for dinner
Babe, if you’re the sin, then I’ll be the sinner
You’ll be bruised tonight for sure
I’ll fuck you senseless on the kitchen floor

We’re running the world
like I knew we would
I know that you’re trouble
and you know that I’m no good

It’s time for Sherlock to take a fall
This is the sexiest thing of them all
I’m on the roof, you take your aim
The final move of the greatest game

They don’t notice when I walk away
You and I will live to die another day
Our next crime will be the worst
I’ll let you stick the knife in first

We’re running the world
like I knew we would
I know that you’re trouble
and you know that I’m no good

You’re wearing your boots
And I’m in Westwood
I know that you’re trouble
And you know that I’m no good. 

(Source: fiendish-thingie)

You Know I’m No Good (A Moriarty Love Song…of Sorts)

Based, of course, upon the amazing amazing song of the same name by the late, great Amy Winehouse. Once again, I apologize for the terrible quality and give many thanks to my bro Kellen, without whom I would still be agonizing over what to rhyme with “Westwood.”
(Should you so choose, you can download it here!) 

Send you a text saying “come and play”
I’ve got a treat in store for us today
Come to the pool, and don’t forget your gun
Oh, Sebby, darling, this is so much fun

‘Cause you’re my sniper, my guy
Oh, and when those bullets fly
By the time I’m out the door
Fifteen dead men on the floor

We’re running the world
like I knew we would
I know that you’re trouble
and you know that I’m no good

I’ve got a date with Sherlock Holmes
But don’t be jealous, we won’t be alone
You’re on the roof just across the street
Oh, Sebby, baby, our revenge is sweet

Put on your suit and meet me for dinner
Babe, if you’re the sin, then I’ll be the sinner
You’ll be bruised tonight for sure
I’ll fuck you senseless on the kitchen floor

We’re running the world
like I knew we would
I know that you’re trouble
and you know that I’m no good

It’s time for Sherlock to take a fall
This is the sexiest thing of them all
I’m on the roof, you take your aim
The final move of the greatest game

They don’t notice when I walk away
You and I will live to die another day
Our next crime will be the worst
I’ll let you stick the knife in first

We’re running the world
like I knew we would
I know that you’re trouble
and you know that I’m no good

You’re wearing your boots
And I’m in Westwood
I know that you’re trouble
And you know that I’m no good. 

So my friend and I kind of just wrote a Shrock song set to You Know I’m No Good by Amy Winehouse.

It’s from Moriarty to Seb and includes the phrases “you’re my sniper, my guy” and “I’ll fuck you senseless on the kitchen floor.”

I have exams next week what am I doing with my life someone help