Lyrics:
Yeah, sweet Miss Valentine
She knows how you feel she knows what you want
She knows you're not real and you'll never haunt
She'll dress up in leather
Skating
Bada**!
Sex
Bada**!
Goth chicks
Bada**!
Hardcore
Bada**!
Black Flag
Bada**!
Leather jackets
Bada**!
Vaccuum cleaners
Bada**!
Tattoos
Leather and bullet belts
Spikes, blades and chains
Sinister black metallers
It's time for feast tonight
Vomit, blood and semen
Headbanging
And Nasty Boots, To The Leather Cap And The Great
Tattoos.
I'm The Hippest Flop In History.
When I Show My World For All My Ladies, Mercedes.
Baby Girl.
at TV win that cash
And that's when my lady calls
Priorities or could I just stall
Next I know we're going shoppin'
Leather shoes bought 'em like big
If you want me to listen whisper
If you want me to run just walk
Wrap your name in lace and leather
I can hear you
You don't need to talk
Let
black leather wings, hustle under red lights
SS death stomp girls for hire
Strip club demon, this girls on fire
Well, beat me like I'm already dead
Wrap
I am your whore
I am your god now
Chains around your neck
Leather beats your skin
Razor blade, crucifix, slide it in
Gagged, whipped, beat, chained
on the pizo
Gave your girl the chorizo
Go up out the shower and she cooked me a gizo
The more leather story its you just a little weasle
When you see me
need
While hell bends for leather we stand strong, a rocker can party all night long
the school couldn't teach us rock' n roll, the school couldn't
He's an old hand at fixing cars and bailing hay
And there's nothing he can't do on that old farm
He's tougher than leather for a man his age
But he's
cry, and we cry as they start to multiply
From the comfort of leather chains
Turn jungles into fields
A segregated conference
Outsiders forced
leather-sole shoes
Let's go bowling
Let's go bowling, got a coupon
Let's go bowling, from a juice can
Let's go bowling
Let's go bowling, let's go bowling
happen
And you probably think I'm wrong
For chasing younger girls in leather boots
But I am harmless as can be
I'll show you if you want to see
My gun
songs about social security
But that don't matter to you and me
There cool punk haircuts and there leather clothes
I'd like to punch that Billy Idol
has gotten light like feathers and your genuine like leather
You made this man walk on a different level
My past is settled, I'm attached like Pinocchio
my flashlight,
And shone it in the night,
I heard a voice calling softly,
And I caught her in the light,
She was all dressed in jeans and leathers
graves we're wrapped with leather and I?m kissing you
And I found you in the ocean blue, fake sky
Rosy colored bones poke through
And I can never write
Crank the marshalls, double click
Leather chains, time for show
See'mon people get up and go
Flashing lights show begins
We all know metal wins
Sixty to Zero:
She had blue eyes, the colour
Of Amarillo skies in summer
And when we'd fly
Her hair would wrap around me
The smell of leather
back
Noise my protected
TBG's up
5-3 B.I.G.
D, d, d, d double up
Gangs all here
Leather on the chair
Ain't nobody flossin' like this, I swear!
smile
Smell my leather, fool
I can't take your jive
No one here's alive
Better hot than cool
Fuck it all! Nobody singin' my song
Nobody singin' my song
With black jack boots and leather plaid pants
She can really throw you some shade
The boys had better watch out, she's gonna kick some ass
She's
to the woods
Wearing deerskin shoes, and carrying a club
Or walking naked on top the snow, light as the air
Black leather head to toe
With some place to go.
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