There's a girl at the front of the room
Kicking dust off of her boots
And it's kicking up a cloud of perfume
And I'm making my move

Rattle off a couple bad jokes
She's laughing at me like I got no hope
But I know what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna leave with you

Your lips taste like cigarettes
Your skin smells like the incense
Burning in your apartment
But I don't wanna forget

It goes
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Black leather

Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Black leather

I wake up on your floor
It's cold, I'm warm
And I know what I swore
Never to do this before

But the way your hand runs
Up and down my body
The two of us have fun
And I wanna make you my shawty

Your lips taste like cigarettes
Your skin smells like the incense
Burning in your apartment
But I don't wanna forget

It goes
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Black leather