Devil Eyes Tim Buckley

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 in by swamp fever
They was a crawlin'
Oh, down beneath my skin
Til mama came a runnin' mIxin' devil rum
A mama came a runnin'
That little black rhythm
Mama came a runnin'
Lord said she got a recipe
Oh, and she don't need no fancy sauce

Lord, those devil eyes
Lord, they stare right through me
Those devil eyes
Look right through me
Aw, melt my soul down
Ah, well I Long for those devil eyes
Show me what i'm worth
Show me what I'm made up
Down beneath the sheets
Do the monkey rub
Down beneath the sheets
That big old girl doin' the monkey rub
Down beneath the sheets