Coming of Age - Damn Yankees

Dressed to kill and lookin' dynamite

With her high-laced stockings and her sweater so tight

I asked her her name

She said her name was Maybe

Well she walked up to me, and she asked me to chance

I said, «I am lookin' some wild romance»

She gave me a wink

She said, «I should think about it, maybe»

She said, «What you got babe, is what I need

Your kind of love got me on my knees»

I’m so tied up

What you got got a hold on me

Your kind of love make a man outta me

I’m so tied up, you got me so fired up

Little sister, hits the stage

She can’t help it, she’s comin' of age

Little junior, he’s all in a rage

Did you notice, she was comin' of age, child?

If looks could kill, I’d be dead on the floor

You got me all tied up, honey, beggin' for more

Somebody call a doctor

I think I’m goin' crazy

Because, what you got, babe, is what I need

Your kind of love got me on my knees

I’m so tied up

What you got, got a hold on me

Your kind of love make a man outta me

I’m so tied up

You got me so fired up

Little sister, hits the stage

She can’t help it, she’s comin' of age

Little junior, he’s all in a rage

Did you notice she was come, come, comin' of?

Little sister, hits the stage

She can’t help it, she’s comin' of age

Little junior, he’s all in a rage

Did you notice she was come, come, comin' of?

Little sister, hits the stage

She can’t help it, she’s comin' of age

Little junior, he’s all in a rage

Did you notice she was come, come, comin' age

She’s come, come, comin' age

Yeah she come, she come, she come

She’s come, come, comin' age

Yeah she come, she come, she come