White Leather Days

Of all the dirty words, put downs and pick up lines
 the prophecy in question, where does your street meet mine?
 Love is a bank you rob for whatever it's worth
 do what the moonlight tells you to, and nobody gets hurt
 the money changes hands, the screen door slams
 when you still got time you change your plans
 White Leather Days
 and you were my girl
 White Leather Days
 and you were my girl
 of all the restless summers, we felt our way in the dark
 your little boom box pumping "love will tear us apart"
 the only thing that tore was the jeans I wore
 I guess you gotta kick before you score
 another nuclear winter here in the stranglehold
 one morning you wake up and your 100 years old
 a double coke and whiskey will help you misbehave
 so what we cant get back anymore
 we've always got that old new wave
 some nights at 2 AM I crank it up to ten
 it white leather, my saturday night thing
 kickin back that bottle of night train
 my switch blades back in the
 White Leather Days