Fm Well, she's all geared up, walking down the street And I can feel the slime, dripping down her sleeve Chorus: G# A# Well, you can't refuse an' you just can't choose Fm What she's gonna do Well, you can't refuse an' you just can't choose What she's gonna do Well, it's late at night, and I'm all alone And I can hear her boots as she's near her home Chorus C# Scratch, scratch, she's clawing at the door D# Whoa, no, I can't take it anymore C# Crack, crack, I'm feeling so sore D# Fm I never should asked for black leather Fm 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 again Chorus 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 Oooh, Black leather Ow, black leather Ow, black leather Ooh, ooh Black leather Black leather Black leather Black leather Black leather Black leather Black leather Black leather Mmmm | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# C# D# Fm G# |