Black Leather (Paul Thomas Cook / Stephen Philip Jones)

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Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Well, shes all geared up, walkin down the street
And I can feel the slime, drippin down her sleeve
Well, you cant refuse and you just cant choose what shes gonna do
Well, you cant refuse and you just cant choose what shes gonna do
Ooh
Ooh
Well, its late at night, and Im all alone
And I can hear her boots as shes near her home
Well, you cant refuse and you just cant choose what shes gonna do
Well, you cant refuse and you just cant choose what shes gonna do
Scratch, scratch, shes clawing at the door
Whoa, no, I cant take it anymore
Crack, crack Im feeling so sore
I never should asked for black leather
Black leather
Ooh, black leather
Ow black leather
And you can try to hide, but you wont get far
You can let her in, and youll start it again
Well, you cant refuse and you just cant choose what shes gonna do
Well, you cant refuse and you just cant choose what shes gonna do
Scratch, scratch, shes clawing at the door
Whoa, no, I cant take it anymore
Crack, crack Im feeling so sore
I never should asked for black leather
Black leather
Ooh, black leather
Ow black leather
Ooh
Ooh
Black leather [x 8]
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