(Steve Jones)



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