Black Leather - Guns N' Roses

Verse

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.

Ooh,

Verse

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.

Chorus

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.

Ooh, black leather,

Ow black leather.

Verse

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.

Chorus