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

(Through the inside of a glass eye painting)

Calling me in there

Get that sweet stuff

All these things in me

(In me)

All these things in me

(In me)

Vocoder stuff

(Did you walk around the stairs?)

Is that you? Is that, is that really you?

To crawl 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