(Steve Jones)
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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
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Black Leather (Live)
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Joan Jett and The Blackhearts |