Jun 2017
I knew a man from WestWay Ridge
With a taste for the fine
He walked with head held high
And his rule
Divine
So he took a map
And drew a line
And said
This is yours
And this is mine
With a taste for the fine
He walked with head held high
And his rule
Divine
So he took a map
And drew a line
And said
This is yours
And this is mine
