I'm as wild and as sleek as a dancer,
When I once worked a room, I was great.
But I went back to school on my own,
And pushed Eddie out of my way.
In my house in Las Vegas,
I’ve a room with a view.
I can dream of life for my child and me.
As I sleep and I dream, I can be with a man
Whose arms would always be warm to me.
I'm a crime investigator
With a passion
I’m the savvy, street-smart second-in-command.
I’m the woman who has such a shadowed past that
She’s still awed and amazed at her new plan.
I’m in love with Gil Grissom
Although I’m not a bug
So he may not notice that I am there.
So I’ll sit there, drinking my fresh screwdriver
On his couch, watching him, standing there.
Crime’s a puzzle whose answer I want to see.
I will tiptoe around it,
And I’ll question the doubts.
I see blood splatters where no one else can see.
I’m the ‘Watson’ in a new Sherlock Homes mystery.
Murder can be quite intriguing, on the run.
On the nightshift we all try just not to hurry.
And there’s danger if we don’t have a gun.
Bodies lost in the desert
When we find them, they’re harmed
Limbs are mangled, and often not even there.
Then I'm glad to be sitting in Grissom’s townhouse
On his couch, watching him, standing there.
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