You spin me right round baby, right round, like a record baby, round, round, running aground.
You and them, them and us, me and you, whatever the meaning of this madness, I've got no clue, except it leaves a little stain, composed mainly of my disdain, wish I could go back to the start, and just eschew.
Frustratingly the opportunity to develop and enhance a story on the basis of equality and diversity has been hopelessly missed since the first venture, instead focusing solely on a perpetually stale tale of rival factions plotting each other's downfall for no rhyme or reason than that conjured between cats and dogs.
You and them, them and us, me and you, whatever the meaning of this madness, I've got no clue, except it leaves a little stain, composed mainly of my disdain, wish I could go back to the start, and just eschew.
Frustratingly the opportunity to develop and enhance a story on the basis of equality and diversity has been hopelessly missed since the first venture, instead focusing solely on a perpetually stale tale of rival factions plotting each other's downfall for no rhyme or reason than that conjured between cats and dogs.