My Leather, My Fur, My Nails

She's got style She rips it off my back and puts it on her coat hook She won't smile You'd best avert your eyes and not give her a second look Things she wants Not a companion but some pages in her journal Things go wrong We started equal but it got way too paternal She wants a coat made of my leather, and my fur, and my nails She's always cold despite the weather, she needs sun, she's so pale You think she's had enough, it's not enough, she always wants more She always wants more of my leather, and my fur, and my nails Things she wants Not a companion but some pages in her journal Things go wrong I wouldn't dare to all but keep it all internal You can't realize the danger that I'm in If she calls me, I'm not home She wants a coat made of my leather, and my fur, and my nails She's always cold despite the weather, she needs sun, she's so pale You think she's had enough, it's not enough, she always wants more She always wants more of my leather, and my fur, and my nails My nails, my nails Take me out of water, shrink me in the dryer Strut around and let the world know what disaster means Take me out of water, shrink me in the dryer I don't suit my skin Take me out of water, shrink me in the dryer Strut around and let the world know what disaster means Take me out of water, shrink me in the dryer I don't suit my skin She wants a coat made of my leather, and my fur, and my nails She's always cold despite the weather, she needs sun, she's so pale She wants a coat made of my leather, and my fur, and my nails She wants a coat made of my leather, and my fur, and my nails She wants a coat made of my leather, and my fur, and my nails She wants a coat made of my leather, and my fur, and my nails