life's stage the state of play is decided by the man and the woman plays the part of the anchor so who are you calling obscure? clucking with your mates god you're dead ringers for each other is that the understandable as you see it? with heroes and villians, geniui and legends you should be writing for the college magazine 'cos it's a bowl so small that you'll look good albeit a little squiffed out on the beer so sing for joy the mummy's boy who was happy to take the love but not so fussed that he could stop to thank her all that child and all that labour and complaining by the neighbours splinters from the part of the anchor don't ever try to pass off as truth the story that you're telling you're so concerned with all things youth I don't think you understand the respect I'm feeling for these people you see as fashion accessories you should be working in a straight inside job for the guy who owns the copyright you wanna make it up another floor "so don't die of ignorance because your fancy does you good" said the blind date that he plumped for in sri lanka 'cos if the beds a ship and the sea is nice and rough someone needs to play the part of the anchor so who are you calling obscure? clucking with your mates god you're dead ringers for each other is that the understandable as you see