Black Leather Jacket

Black Leather Jacket She said she want a bad boy. Ripped jeans with a white tee Black leather jacket Make the cypher complete She wants that all American boy That can hold his own. That knows how to lead. And follows him to his throne. Rides a motorcycle No need for a helmet Rough frame But his hands are like velvet

Black leather jacket and some jeans With a chain that his moms gave him.

He lives his life on an edge. While standing close to a ledge Always walks with a comb To fix the hair on his head. Leather jacket, his companion Never leaves it home. Got the body of a god. Confidence always shown. And that's why u call him sexy. A regular man of mystery Un like any guy you met In your 30 year history Rough rugged and raw Never holds his tongue Your daddy never liked him But you sure he is the one...

Black leather jacket and some jeans With a chain that his moms gave him.

But he would never give you a chance. Atleast that's what you think Rides off on his Harley Before you even blink. He talks like Fonzie Your stuck in a daze. Author Fonzerelli That kid from happy days. That bad boy image Real life no gimmicks Smooth walker sweet talker Every line is like a lyric He got you hooked And all you see is that jacket That leaves you attracted A look that's so classic. Never mind that it's basic But you gotta face it Your minds moving In heavy paces.

That black leather jacket Made the cypher complete That black leather jacket is Who you want to meet.

Black leather jacket and some jeans With a chain that his moms gave him.

With every breath u take. Is every move he makes And with every move he makes Your body does a shake Because that shine From the black leather jacket Has you like something you never felt. In that hot sun But your the one to melt.

Black leather jacket Ripped jeans and a chain That his moms gave'em