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(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 |
