December 9, 2010 by admin in Guns n' roses

Black Leather

Well, she’s all geared up, walkin’ down the street
And 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 clawing at the door
Whoa, no, I can’t take it anymore
Crack, crack I’m feeling so sore
I never should’ve asked for black leather
Black leather, ooh, black leather
Ow, black leather

And you can try to hide, but you won’t get far
You can let her in, and you’ll start it 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 clawing at the door
Whoa, no, I can’t take it anymore
Crack, crack I’m feeling so sore
I never should’ve asked for black leather
Black leather, ooh, black leather
Ow, black leather

Black leather, black leather, black leather
Black leather, black leather, black leather

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