SAINT IN LEATHER

Chest out, jaw set, boots full of guilt.
Talked like a man who don't get moved.
The nugga close, the wreck's your coup.
You said don't start, I said too late.
One bad look and you switched shape.
Tight in leather, got you bent.
Big tough night, now I'll spend.
All that I'd honor ain't worth much soon as I got up on your pole.
I play real clean.