I identify with it because I remember the feeling of lusting after an older girl when I was a young boy. I secretly pined for the older girl who lived across the street from me. I would sit in a pin oak tree (I was a tree climber as a boy) and fantasize about her.
As the lyrics (full lyrics below) state, "I learned how to lust."
"Grown"
Last night I heard the sirens' song,
and I followed it in the ditch.
Oh baby, I'm just carrying on,
far be it for me to bitch.
and I followed it in the ditch.
Oh baby, I'm just carrying on,
far be it for me to bitch.
Last night I heard the distant hum
of another damn hurricane.
Oh, Sunnie tell me where you've gone.
Are you still dancing to 'Purple rain'?
of another damn hurricane.
Oh, Sunnie tell me where you've gone.
Are you still dancing to 'Purple rain'?
You took my little hand.
You took me to your room.
You taught me how to want something.
I learned how to move.
You took me to your room.
You taught me how to want something.
I learned how to move.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
Last year I heard your momma had
a little trouble with the thin red line.
I always knew that you could
understand and not undermine.
a little trouble with the thin red line.
I always knew that you could
understand and not undermine.
You took me to your room.
I let my eyes adjust.
You taught me how to want something.
I learned how to lust.
I let my eyes adjust.
You taught me how to want something.
I learned how to lust.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
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