Watch out, men – the women like to look too! I rediscovered the half-written lyrics to this song not long after moving to the musically stimulating town of Portland, OR. Incidentally, most of the locals here seem to be heavily tattooed… No album is complete without at least one sultry song about attraction and lust, and Kaz Kazanoff’s baritone sax takes it just where it ought to go. lyrics Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you I want to look you up, baby Well, high and low I want to raise up your shirt See where them tattoos go... Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you
First saw you, baby, a long, long time ago First saw you, baby, a long, long time ago But now when I see you, well, you sure look good Better than you know that you ought to should Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you
Baby, baby, don’t you throw no snakes-eyes on me Baby, baby, don’t you throw no snake-eyes on me ‘Cause you never know when this feeling comes again And I would sure like to be your friend Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you
Mirror, mirror, on the wall Tell me, who’s the jiving-est one of all? Who’s the one with the glint in her eye Just checking you out as you walk on by? Hmmm... I believe I got my eye on you
Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you I want to look you up, baby Well, high and low I want to raise up your shirt See where them tattoos go... Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you