Текст песни The Crocodile

He had a crocodile on his chest
On the shirt he liked the best
A shirt that he would love to wear
From Fridays into Sundays
Mondays were a test
She missed him more than she'd confess
She couldn't say why he helped to get by
Mondays through to Fridays

But when she hung around, in a little while
The crocodile was smiling
But when the clock struck ten, she said goodbye
The crocodile would cry

This was something she'd never felt
She was saving herself
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That May 'til December
The way he could offend her
By failing to remember
He burnt all his pornography
On a Friday in November

But when she hung around, in a little while
The crocodile was smiling
But when the clock struck ten, she said goodbye
The crocodile would cry

And when she said no
And they would fight
The crocodile asked why
There's a love right here
No-one should fear
Hear the crocodile sigh