O you with flowers all leaned up against And all wayward in your eyes Drunk on the corner, with your skirt running up your thigh When the rain came to wet me once My beloved you are a crocodile My beloved you are a snapping crocodile And in the color of the country from where you came In the sound your breathing makes I stumbled into the iris of your eye When the rain came to wet me once My beloved you are a crocodile My beloved you are a snapping crocodile