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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 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 streetlights 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