Hilda in Black Leather… OohOohOohWell, she’s all geared up, walkin’ d
Hilda in Black Leather… OohOohOohWell, she’s all geared up, walkin’ down the streetAnd I can feel the slime, drippin’ down her sleeveWell, you can’t refuse and you just can’t choose what she’s gonna doWell, you can’t refuse and you just can’t choose what she’s gonna doOohOohWell, it’s late at night, and I’m all aloneAnd I can hear her boots as she’s near her homeWell, you can’t refuse and you just can’t choose what she’s gonna doWell, you can’t refuse and you just can’t choose what she’s gonna doScratch, scratch, she’s clawing at the doorWhoa, no, I can’t take it anymoreCrack, crack I’m feeling so soreI never should asked for black leatherBlack leatherOoh, black leatherOw black leatherAnd you can try to hide, but you won’t get farYou can let her in, and you’ll start it againWell, you can’t refuse and you just can’t choose what she’s gonna doWell, you can’t refuse and you just can’t choose what she’s gonna doScratch, scratch, she’s clawing at the doorWhoa, no, I can’t take it anymoreCrack, crack I’m feeling so soreI never should asked for black leatherBlack leatherOoh, black leatherOw black leatherOohOohBlack leather [x 8] Songwriters: Paul Thomas Cook / Stephen Philip JonesBlack Leather lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group -- source link
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