Black Leather Lyrics by Runaways, The

Black Leather Lyrics

    (steve jones)

    Ooh,
    Well, he's all geared up, walkin' down the street
    I can see the slime, drippin' down his sleeve
    Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what he's gonna do
    Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what he's gonna do

    Ooh,
    Well, it's late at night, and i'm all alone
    I can hear the boots gettin' near her home
    Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what he's gonna do
    Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what he's gonna do

    Scratch, scratch, he's clawing at the door
    Whoa, no, i can't take it anymore
    Crack, crack i'm feeling so sore,
    I never should have asked for black leather
    Black leather, black leather, black leather

    You can try to hide, you know you won't get far
    You let him in, and you'll start again
    Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what he's gonna do
    Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what he's gonna do

    Scratch, scratch, she's clawing at the door
    Whoa, no, i can't take it anymore
    Crack, crack i'm feeling so sore,
    I never should asked for black leather
    Black leather, black leather, black leather

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