I once knew a girl in Florida, who, believe
    it or not, had fallen madly in love with an
    alligator wrestler. This song was written
    with her in mind.


    What Does He See in Alligators?


          Look at him there,
          Smiling at his pets,
          Tall and tan and beautiful and blond;
          Look at him there,
          Smiling at his pets
          Even though his pets will not respond.
          So there he is,
          And here we are---
          I like to see a fellow enjoy his work,
          But some fellows carry it much too far.

          What does he see in alligators?
          What kind of guy is he?
          What does he see in alligators
          That he doesn't see in me?
          Can an alligator scrub for him
          And mend the jeans he wore?
          Can a reptile clean a tub for him
          Or wax the kitchen floor?
          What does he see in alligators?
          Oh, how my poor heart melts!
          What does he see in alligators
          Besides potential belts?
          What could distract
          That fabulous smile?
          Could it be me?
          Could it be me?
          Or just a crocodile?
           
           
           
           

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