Well, you smile like a mother and you're flying on the other
But you look like a vulture, to me
And your face is a mess, but I must confess that sometimes,
I like to watch you bleed

Cause you're giving me your evil eye
Like gasoline poured on a fire
Giving me your evil eye

You hide your condition better than a politician
But you can't see the snakes in the mirror
And you're down at the minute, and I must admit that sometimes,
I like you crawling on the floor

Cause you're giving me your evil eye
Like gasoline poured on a fire
Giving me your evil eye