Coming Of Age Lyrics by 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 for 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."
Im so tied up
What you got got a hold on me, your kind of love make a man outta me
Im so tied up, you got me so fired up
Little sister, hits the stage
She cant help it, shes comin of age
Little junior, hes all in a rage
Did you notice she was comin of age
If looks could kill, Id be dead on the floor
You got me all tied up, honey, beggin for