Crocodile

Is that you? Is that, is that really you? To call between my lips Two kangaroo fingers push Through and scratch my back in rhythm Slow foot Slow, fast Waiting for a night to wrap around us I could go in there Get some sweet stuff All these things In me, in me All these things In me, in me Is that you? Is that, is that really you? To hold beneath my skin Two numbers click between her touch When you pull me down into them Rising and rising Bird on the inside of a glass eye beating Calling me in there Get that sweet stuff All these things In me, in me All these things In me, in me Is that you? Is that, is that really you? To call between my lips Two kangaroo fingers push Through and scratch my back in rhythm Slow foot Slow, fast Waiting for a night to wrap around us I could go in there Get some sweet stuff All these things In me All these things In me