Black Leather - Live

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