I got so tired of meaningful looks
   I got so tired of comin' up tame
   I was so bothered by those balmy breezes
   I was side swiped by smoke fever
   They was a crawlin'
   Oh down beneath my skin
   Til mama come a runnin'
   A mama came a runnin'
   Mama came a runnin'
   Lord said she got a recipe
   Oh and she don't need no fancy sauce
   Yah those devil eyes
   Lord they stare right through me
   Those devil eyes
   Look right through me
   Aww melt my soul down
   Long for those devil eyes