Well I come from a land, from a far away place, where the caravan camels roam. They will cut of your ear if they don’t like your face, it’s babaric, but hey, it’s home.
Well I come from a land, from a far away place, where
Well I come from a land, from a far away place, where the caravan camels roam. They will cut of your ear if they don’t like your face, it’s babaric, but hey, it’s home.
