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He's all geared up, walkin' down the street |
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I can single the slime, drippin' down his feet |
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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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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 clawin' at the door |
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Oh, no, I can't take anymore, crack, crack, I'm feelin' so sore |
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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, he's clawin' at the door |
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Oh, no, I can't take anymore, crack, crack, I'm feelin' so sore |
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I never should have asked for black leather |
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Black leather, black leather, black leather |
