My tales of romance are always the same now
These days, all it takes is a look, and I'm gone
But mama always tries to warn me
Of the men who always scorn me
And I never realize, and I get lost in big brown eyes
Mister, I can tell that you know what I'm thinking
Lord, won't you help me from seeing it through
And mama always tries to warn me
Of the men who always scorn me
But I never realize, 'til I get lost in big brown eyes
I'll try to hold off on falling too quickly
And lover, you'll wait for me to come around
And mama always tries to warn me
Of the men who always scorn me
But I never realize, and I get lost in big brown eyes
Oh, those eyes...