"Coming Of Age" by Damn Yankees

Dressed to kill and looking dynomite
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 looking
For some wild romance
She gave me a wink, she said
I should think about it maybe

She said, what you got
Babe's, 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 coming of age
Little junior, he's all in a rage
Did you notice she was coming of age

If looks could kill
I'd be dead on the floor
You got me all tied up
Honey, begging for more
Somebody call a doctor
I think I'm going 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 coming of age
Little junior, he's all in a rage
Did you notice she was come
Come, coming of

Little sister, hits the stage
She can't help it, she's coming of age
Little junior, he's all in a rage
Did you notice she was come
Come, coming of

Little sister, hits the stage
She can't help it, she's coming of age
Little junior, he's all in a rage
Did you notice she was come,
Come, coming of age

She's come, come, coming of age
Yeah, she come, she come, she come

She's come, come, coming of age
Yeah, she come, she come, she come