We'd go out at night,
wearing jackets of leather.
We were equally bad,
but we were good together.
She became the life,
I was too blind to see.
When I was death,
She still said, "kiss me".
It couldn't be love,
Because love has trust,
And though I don't miss you,
I'll always miss us.
So let's have one dance,
As I give you a little twirl,
You be good now,
My leather jacket girl.
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