No Turning Back Imelda May

I don't want noone fussing over me
Sweet talking honey, dosn't go with me
I walk alone don't want nobody
And that's the way it's going to be

I was born on a cold december
I was brought up in a shack
I've been a mean, mean child since the day I went wild
And there ain't no turning back
No, no now there ain't no turning back

I dig the sound of a gretch guitar
You'll find me where these swindle places are
Where all the other cats faces are
So many near and yet so far

I was born on a cold december
I was brought up in a shack
I've been mean, mean child since the day I went wild
And there ain't no turning back
No, no now there ain't no turning back

Just watch me shimmy to a solid beat
The boys all heard it but the fun is sweet
I kiss them once and then I stomp my feet
Outside on the street again