The crocodiles
Every time they speak
Nothing comes out good
Nothing good in their eyes
Now they pick on nurses uniform
Saying it is too tight to embrace their bodies
The crocodiles can't walk on land
They will ogle the women alright
They can't talk on economy
Coming out from the swampy land
Walking isn't a breeze
They shouldn't try to freeze their minds
The nurses uniform
What got into their minds?
Afraid to get on the wrong side?
Even thinking about it is a sin!
The crocodiles
They want their own kind
They can't have other animals
They can't be number one
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