Crocodile
My form is a crocodile
You think I am crooked
You think I have no concern
Crocodile
My form is a crocodile
You think I am wicked
You think I love to eat humans
As you feel my skin is useful
You make the atrocity
You torture my form and me
You take my skin while my form is alive
The bags
The shoes
The belts
You avariciously desire them
The bags
The shoes
The belts
You evilly buy and use them