Grande - Leather Jacket Satan lyrics
rate meFalling to the door
Making his way to the floor
It´s late at night and his drunk again
He’s ready for a hotdog and a coke
Waiting in the queue
He makes a hell of a noise
Cause here’s another friday night
Been workin all week now he’s ready to fight
Leather jacket satan…
He’s getting real mad
Can’t control himself
Swinging his arms, swinging his fists
Hitting Mr. Businessman
Hitting Mr. Truckdriverman
And little Ms. GasstationGirl
Hotdogs on the floor
Men on the floor
Leather jacket satan wants more
But its half past four
Every joint in town is closed
And anyway he’s banned all over town
For the next few weeks
He’s a friday night satan
Gasstation Satan
Leather Jacket Satan
Falling to the door
Making his way to the floor
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Thanks to Grande
