Greater days, steamy swamp thang
Look away from the gator my eye spies
I see someone walking down the street, oh no
Feeding hate to every eye she meets, ooh yeah
How could mother bear that child?
Lonely nights, steamy swamp thang
Look away from the gator my eye spies
I see someone walking down the street, oh no
Feeding hate to every eye she meets, ooh yeah, yeah
How could mother bear that child?
I see someone walking down the street, oh yeah
Feeding hate to every eye she meets, ooh yeah
How could mother bear that child?
