Lyrics: Kevin Hickey/Mette Towley/Ali Tamposi/Roman Campolo
Music: Ali Tamposi/Kevin Hickey/Mette Towley/Roman Campolo
I ain't no young blood, young gun, no sugar in my tea
I'm not the place I come from, but somewhere in between
Dividing lines, ooh, I ain't no stranger to goodbye
And when the winter's over, flowers gonna bloom
And I'll be waiting, patient, a child in the womb
Here comes the light, this time when I'm born
I won't be crying and not to be dramatic, but
Working up my appetite before I meet the dawn
I feel it coming on, burning like a fever
We're here until we're gone, make me a believer
Let's keep it classy but make it nasty (Like the drum and the bass)
Back of the taxi, this moment's passing
It's a coming of age
Coming on, burning like a fever
Now pour me something strong, make that body weaker
Let's keep it classy but make it nasty (Like the drum and the bass)
Back of the taxi, this moment's passing
It's a coming of age
I'm no virgin, praying somewhere on my knees
I'm at the front cue wasted singing in the streets
Oh, I'm alive, ain't nothing too polite between these thighs
These thighs, oh, yeah
Fell asleep with my makeup on
'Cause you know I gotta wake up strong
Double taking the mirror, uh
Got an hourglass figure
And you know I'm waiting on no one
And you know you better put me onto some
It's on, get up, get up and get gone
Working up my appetite before I meet the dawn
I feel it coming on, burning like a fever
We're here until we're gone, make me a believer
Let's keep it classy but make it nasty (Like the drum and the bass)
Back of the taxi, this moment's passing
It's a coming of age
Coming on, burning like a fever
Now pour me something strong, make that body weaker
Let's keep it classy but make it nasty (Like the drum and the bass)
Back of the taxi, this moment's passing
It's a coming of age
On a black night, chasing the sunrise, stars and the street lights
Lasso the moon like riding a wave, counting the days
On a long drive, foot on the gas, I'm tempted to crash
Turned on like a flashlight, riding the wave
Riding the wave
I feel it coming on, burning like a fever
Now pour me something strong, make that body weaker
Let's keep it classy but make it nasty (Like the drum and the bass)
Back of the taxi, this moment's passing
It's a coming of age
It's a coming of age