Letras: Sex Pistols. Black Leather.

She´s all geared up
Walking down the street
I can feel her slime
Looking down her sheet

But well you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do
I said you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do

It´s late at night
And i´m all alone
I can hear her boot
We´re getting near her home

But well you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do
I said you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do

Well scratch scratch
She´s clawing at the door
Oh no I can´t stick anymore
Crack crack
I feel so sore
I never should have asked for

Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather

You can try so high
You know you won´t get far
You will let her in
And she´ll start again

But well you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do
I said you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do

Well scratch scratch
She´s clawing at the door
Oh no I can´t stick anymore
Crack crack
I feel so sore
I never should have asked for
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather

Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather