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Ready? One, two, one, two Well, she's all geared up Walkin' down the street I can feel the slime Drippin' down her sleeve Well, you can't refuse And you just can't choose what she's gonna do Well, you can't refuse And you just can't choose what she's gonna do Well, it's late at night And I'm all alone And I can hear her boots As she's near her home Well, you can't refuse And you just can't choose what she's gonna do Well, you can't refuse And you just can't choose what she's gonna do Scratch, scratch, she's clawin' at the door Oh no, I can't take it anymore Crack, crack, I'm feelin' so sore I never should've asked for Black leather, black leather, mm Black leather, aw, black leather And you can try to hide But you won't get far You can let her in And you start again Well, you can't refuse And you just can't choose what she's gonna do Well, you can't refuse And you just can't choose what she's gonna do Scratch, scratch, she's clawin' at the door Oh no, I can't take it anymore Crack, crack, I'm feelin' so sore I never should've asked for Black leather, ooh, black leather, aw Black leather, aw, black leather Black leather, black leather Black leather, black leather Black leather, black leather Black leather, black leather
Writer(s): Paul Thomas Cook, Stephen Philip Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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