Black Leather lyrics

I am what I am And I like what I like

And I like it on the back of a motor bike

(Black Leather)

When I was born I refused to cry

And they thought I was dead but I refused to die

Now that I am old enough to do what I like,

I do big, heavy muscle boys on motorbikes

In black leather…

I like 'em big, tall, strong and twelve inches long

In black leather

I like 'em hefty or lean as a written cuisine

In Black Leather.I like cold weather,

I like black leaather

I like warm weather

I need black leather.

Put me all together

Put me together, black leather

Now that I'm old enough to have what I like,

I have big, heavy muscle boys on motorbikes

in black leather.

C'mon, come here now and show me how

In Black leather

C'mon, and do it again and make me yelp with pain

In black leather.

Black leather has me shaking all over going…

(Hold Me sister midnight)

Oh, what can I do about these dreams?

(Help me sister midnight)

What can I do about these filthy, dirty, disgusting dreams

About big, heavy biker boys in leather jeans?!

Black leather…

Now that I'm old enough to ride what I like

I ride big, filthy muscle boys on motorbikes

Now that I'm old enough to ride what I like

I like a filthy, greasy cock on a motorbike

Black leather, black leather

Oh and That's the way

Uh huh and I like it, uh huh uh huh

That's the way I like it

in black leather

Now that I'm old enough to ride what I like

I certainly don't ride your motorbike I ride leather

(oh, you know what I wanna do)

You know that I don't know how to roll and rock,

But I sure know how to ride a good stiff cock

(Black leather)

(A sculpted cock)

(Black leather)

That boy's such a shock!

C'mon, let me down, then turn me 'round

Then climb between the covers and pump me up…

Sister midnight's got nothing on me

She can't ride like you ? at me.

Oh, you know just what I, I wanna do to you.

You know I just, just wanna do it for you

Oh won't you just be coming around (/a ride?)

I don't act like this with all the other guys.

Let my head get between your thighs

C'mon let me make it down your better prize

Don't make it-----?

Don't cut your eyes away

You know what I want….

OOH I feel love, I feel love…

• Artist:Pete Burns
• Album:Nigthmares in Wax