Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Leather, artist - The Runaways. Date of issue: 19.09.1982
Song language: English
Black Leather |
| 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 |