The Night Calls Leather Lady

Underneath the moon’s cold gaze, she strides, Her shadow dances on city tides. In leather black as midnight skies, She moves like whispers where desire hides. Every step—a heartbeat in the dark, Echoes of her heels leave their mark. A symphony of strength and grace, Her presence lingers in every space. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, the night calls for her name, Leather whispers through the flame. She's a silhouette carved by stars, A rebel soul with untamed scars. (Chorus) Leather lady, queen of the dusk, In your armor, there’s no need to trust. You wear defiance like second skin, A warrior born, where shadows begin. Feel the pulse of the velvet air, Your touch ignites without a care. Men and women bow to your reign, For you are fire; you are the chain. Her gloves hold secrets, her belt tells tales, Of lovers lost and forbidden trails. Each stitch a story, each seam a vow, Bound together but free somehow. Her jacket breathes with a life its own, Like a phantom moan or an unspoken tone. The scent of rebellion clings to her frame, An intoxicating mix of danger and fame. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, the streets hum when she walks, Electric sparks from her glance talks. With eyes that burn through the haze, She owns the world in roll (Chorus) Leather lady, ruler of dreams, Where reality bends at your seams. You’re a paradox wrapped in lace, A tender kiss, yet a fierce embrace. Feel the rhythm of the midnight song, Where right and wrong don’t belong. In your orbit, we’re all entwined, Surrendered souls to your magnetic mind. (Bridge) Do you hear it? The call of the wild… It’s not just fabric—it’s power styled. Run your fingers across the grain, And feel the heat of forbidden terrain. Tonight, she is more than fashion, More than flesh—she’s passion personified. Let her take you where words can’t hide. The night calls leather lady now (Chorus) Leather lady, muse of the night, Turn darkness into radiant light. You teach us how to truly feel, To break the chains, to make wounds heal. Feel the sway of her hypnotic glide, A tempest rising with every stride. Men and women fall under her spell, For in her world, we all dwell. (Outro) As dawn approaches, she fades away, But her spirit lingers in the breaking day. The night will call again, she knows, For the leather lady always shows.