I don’t wanna know your number,
And I don’t wanna know your name.
I don’t wanna know how good you are,
‘Cause to me they’re all the same.
I walk the streets at night,
And I’m looking for blood.
Want instant satisfaction,
So baby, gimmie leather on leather.
Chorus:
I want leather on leather. (Leather on leather)
I want leather on leather. (Leather on leather)
I want leather on leather. (Leather on leather)
Gotta get out tonight.
Got an itch underneath my pants.
I can smell your sex from here,
So I think I’ll take a chance.