Royal City
O You With Flowers
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
From Letras Mania