No false modesty here. Where did they go? My glamour-girl looks? My once golden waterfall of hair Scragged up A Britney trailer trash copy The two-inch roots laid bare

On Dating Are you solvent? Not that I'm a gold-digger you understand But I can't afford To carry another's debts The price of nappies has gone up (You can thank Mr Cameron for that)

You shoulda just wrapped it. This story is as old as time Played out on every soap opera In every Wednesday night living room On every Monday morning chat show So you would think it no drama

As long as Tom could remember, rain evoked uncertainty, fear and terror in him.

There once was a sitter called Samual Who one day was reading a manual Down came a sider And made cream of his cider And the sider made samual scamble

In a world of sin, somebody is still taking it too far.

Play the game.

Non-stop motion, a continuous flow; The life of a teenager. Staying up late with mates, playing games 'n' chillin' around. Don't get me wrong, we aren't yobs of youth's.