Crocodiles - Sunday lyrics

rate me

It's Sunday and I'm ..

for all it's ..it's explosion to wealth

you, you stand if it

if fun..what she tells you she not..

..the world whistling fine and in sun

way your sun..

the strange world, yeah you wear it like a cloud

it's beautiful the system but it's tragedy to found

when, when you look into her eyes

you keep tell she's just.you despise

and eyes of the world

..and then turn

when the sun came