| Ooh
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| Well, he’s all geared up, walkin' down the street
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| I can see the slime, drippin' down his sleeve
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| Well, you can’t refuse and you just can’t choose what he’s gonna do
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| Well, you can’t refuse and you just can’t choose what he’s gonna do
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| Ooh
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| Well, it’s late at night, and I’m all alone
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| I can hear the boots gettin' near her home
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| Well, you can’t refuse and you just can’t choose what he’s gonna do
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| Well, you can’t refuse and you just can’t choose what he’s gonna do
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| Scratch, scratch, he’s clawing at the door
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| Whoa, no, I can’t take it anymore
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| Crack, crack I’m feeling so sore
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| I never should have asked for black leather
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| Black leather, black leather, black leather
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| You can try to hide, you know you won’t get far
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| You let him in, and you’ll start again
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| Well, you can’t refuse and you just can’t choose what he’s gonna do
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| Well, you can’t refuse and you just can’t choose what he’s gonna do
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| Scratch, scratch, she’s clawing at the door
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| Whoa, no, I can’t take it anymore
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| Crack, crack I’m feeling so sore
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| I never should asked for black leather
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| Black leather, black leather, black leather |