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Devil EyesI got so tired of meaningful looksI 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 Till 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 Aw, melt my soul down Long for those devil eyes |