Guns N' Roses - Black Leather Lyrics
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Black Leather
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What Are The Lyrics For Black Leather By Guns N' Roses?
Ooh
Ooh Ooh Well, she's all geared up, walkin' down the street And I can feel the slime, drippin' down her sleeve Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do Ooh Ooh Well, it's late at night, and I'm all alone And I can hear her boots as she's near her home Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she'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 Ooh, black leather Ow black leather And you can try to hide, but you won't get far You can let her in, and you'll start it again Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she'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 Ooh, black leather Ow black leather Ooh Ooh Black leather [x 8] |
Who Wrote Black Leather By Guns N' Roses?
Paul Thomas Cook, Stephen Philip Jones
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What's The Duration Of The Black Leather By Guns N' Roses?The duration of Black Leather is 4:08 minutes and seconds. |
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