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."
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 he was coming of age?
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 coming of age
Little junior, he's all in a rage
Did you notice he was come, come, comin' of
Wooh hoo hoo
Wooh
Hey, hey, hey, hey
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 he 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 he was come, come, coming of age
Come, come, coming of age
Here she comes, she comes, she comes
She's come, come, coming of age
Here she comes, she comes, she comes
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