I wanna pair me some E/O.
Write me up some angsty E/O.
That’s the only li’l ole ship for li’l ole me.
Others pairs will be forgotten,
all wrapped up in fluff and cotton,
and Dick Wolf he refuses to see
season nine should be the time.

I wanna go back to my PC,
where they also cook up J/C
and sweet romance is fuelled by crime and wine.
I really am a-needin’
to go home and start a-readin’
and concedin’ that they’ll be just fine.

Ugh, Kathy!! Then there’s Dani, plus Dean Porter,
and, also, Richard.
And if they give in to all the tension
they’ll lose the pension
so Cragen’s praying brass won’t pay attention
'cause “what the hell, it’s love!”
Yes, all the pain can get me really mad,
'less they give a good quote 'cause they feel really bad.

I wanna pair me some E/O.
What’s a world without no E/O?
I’ll watch fanvids till they’re coming outta my ears.
I wanna stalk those scripting gentlemen
and whine to other fans again:
“they ain’t even hugged once in eight years!”
In the of world of S.V. all
writers are plain evil!
The suspense is bugging us from here out to Rome.
I want Elliot to start crying,
Like in “Fault” when he thinks Liv’s dying.
Be Dick ever so cruel to us,
they’re paired in his dome!