Written by Tommy Shaw, Jack Blades, Ted Nugent



Dressed to kill and lookin' 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 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 comin' of age

Little junior, he's all in a rage

Did you notice she was comin' 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 comin' of age

Little junior, he's all in a rage

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



[various ooohs and yells]



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 age

She's come, come, comin' of age

Yeah she come, she come, she come