Lyrics: Kills. Gypsy death and you.

You knock on a door
She don't recognize your voice no more
So she got on an airplane, na na, na na na
Na na, not so long after

Stripped down from the fever
Laid down in her hotel bed
Wouldn't take no phone calls at all
Didn't want no more voices in her head

That's the way that you feel
That's the way that you feel
If that's the way that you feel, honey, then
That's the way that you feel

In the blue part of the evening
Sometimes it's hot
She thinks she hears you coming
But she's stuck against the wall

Oh, she want, she want, so she do what she do
But now when she looks at you
She covers one eye 'cause she can see into your mind
She no longer wants to

That's the way that you feel
That's the way that you feel
If that's the way that you feel, honey, then
That's the way that you feel