Joan Jett (born Joan Marie Larkin on September 22, 1958 in Wynnewood, Penns… Read Full Bio ↴Joan Jett (born Joan Marie Larkin on September 22, 1958 in Wynnewood, Pennsylvania) is an American rock singer and guitarist. She was the guitarist for the rock group The Runaways from 1975 to 1979, after which she released two solo albums - 1980's "Joan Jett" and 1981's "Bad Reputation" - before forming her own group, Joan Jett and The Blackhearts. "The Hit List" (1990), a covers album recorded by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts, was labeled as being by Jett alone.
Black Leather
Joan Jett Lyrics
Oh,
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
Oh,
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
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
Oh,
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
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
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: EDDIE MORRIS, JOAN JETT, RICHARD GRIFFIN, WILLIAM ADLER
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