Written by Tommy Shaw, Jack Blades, Ted Nugent
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Dressed to kill and lookin’ dynomite,
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with her high-laced stockings and her sweater so tight.
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I asked her her name, she said her name was "Maybe."
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Well she walked up to me, and she asked me to chance
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I said, "I am lookin’ for some wild romance,"
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She gave me a wink--she said I should think about it, maybe
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She said, "What you got babe, is what I need.
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Your kind of love got me on my knees."
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I’m so tied up
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What you got got a hold on me, your kind of love make a man outta me
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I’m so tied up, you got me so fired up
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Little sister, hits the stage
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She can’t help it, she’s comin’ of age
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Little junior, he’s all in a rage
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Did you notice she was comin’ of age
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If looks could kill, I’d be dead on the floor
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You got me all tied up, honey, beggin’ for more
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Somebody call a doctor, I think I’m goin’ crazy
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(Because) What you got, babe, is what I need
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Your kind of love got me on my knees
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I’m so tied up
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What you got got a hold on me
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Your kind of love make a man outta me
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I’m so tied up
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You got me so fired up
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Little sister, hits the stage
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She can’t help it, she’s comin’ of age
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Little junior, he’s all in a rage
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Did you notice she was come, come, comin’ of....
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[various ooohs and yells]
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Little sister, hits the stage
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She can’t help it, she’s comin’ of age
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Little junior, he’s all in a rage
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Did you notice she was come, come, comin' of...
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Little sister, hits the stage
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She can’t help it, she’s comin’ of age
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Little junior, he’s all in a rage
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Did you notice she was come, come, comin' of age
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She's come, come, comin' of age
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Yeah she come, she come, she come
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Coming of Age
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| Damn Yankees |
