Leather and lace, hanging in placenAnd the fire was as warm as the winenThe leather was hot, the lace, it was notnSo she left my side for a timenRan into town, leaving her gown of lacenIn a place by the doornNow the leather and lace still hangs in placenBut I never see her anymorennThe leather and the lace hanging in placenAnd desire was the warmth of the nightnThe leather was short, the lace could endurenAnd endure I did for a timenThen I ran to town, leaving my gownnWith a face like the red lace that I worenNow the leather and lace still hangs in placenBut I never see him anymorennLeather and lace, hanging in placenAnd desire was the warmth of the nightnThe leather was hot, the lace, it was notnSo she left my side for a timenThen I ran into town, leaving my gownnWith a face like the red lace I worenNow the leather and lace still hangs in placenBut I never see him anymorenn