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