(steve jones)      Ooh,   Well, he's all geared up, walkin' down the street   I can see the slime, drippin' down his sleeve   Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what he's gonna do   Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what he's gonna do      Ooh,   Well, it's late at night, and I'm all alone   I can hear the boots gettin' near her home   Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what he's gonna do   Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what he's gonna do      Scratch, scratch, he's clawing at the door   Whoa, no, I can't take it anymore   Crack, crack I'm feeling so sore,   I never should have asked for black leather   Black leather, black leather, black leather      You can try to hide, you know you won't get far   You let him in, and you'll start again   Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what he's gonna do   Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what he'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, black leather, black leather