I'm not going to run through all my problems with her song again, but it's here if you're interested. All I'll say that it's a sad day for British music and I'm sure that it's one of the portents of the apocalypse. Call Sam and Dean Winchester, call Buffy, hell I'd settle for someone calling Torchwood if it's stop this madness.
Yeats once asked: "And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
Evidently the answer is Cher Lloyd.
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