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Well, she's all geared up, walkin' down the street.
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And I can feel the slime, drippin' down her sleeve.
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Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do.
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Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do.
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Ooh,
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Verse 2:
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Well, it's late at night, and I'm all alone.
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And I can hear her boots as she's near her home.
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Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do.
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Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do.
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Chorus 1:
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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. Ooh, black leather,
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ow black leather.
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Verse 3:
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And you can try to hide, but you won't get far.
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You can let her in, and you'll start it again
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Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do.
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Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do.
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Chorus 1
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Black Leather
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Guns N` Roses |