Lyrics
Pick up to six lines to make a card.
Ready?
One, two, one, two
Well, she's all geared up
Walkin' down the street
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 clawin' at the door
Oh no, I can't take it anymore
Crack, crack, I'm feelin' so sore
I never should've asked for
Black leather, black leather, mm
Black leather, aw, black leather
And you can try to hide
But you won't get far
You can let her in
And you start 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 clawin' at the door
Oh no, I can't take it anymore
Crack, crack, I'm feelin' so sore
I never should've asked for
Black leather, ooh, black leather, aw
Black leather, aw, black leather
Black leather, black leather
Black leather, black leather
Black leather, black leather
Black leather, black leather
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