Leather Look I'm standing naked before you Don't you want more than my sex I can scream as loud as your last one But I can't claim innocence Oh god could it be the weather Oh god why am I here If love isn't forever And its NOT THE WEATHER Hand me my leather I could just pretend that you love me The night would lose all sense of fear But why do I need you to love me When you can't hold what I hold dear Oh god could it be the weather Oh god why am I here If love isn't forever And its NOT THE WEATHER Hand me my leather I almost ran over an angel He had a nice big fat cigar "IN A SENSE" he said "you're alone here So if you jump you best jump far" Oh god could it be the weather Oh god why am I here If love isn't forever And its NOT THE WEATHER Oh god could it be the weather Oh god its all very clear If love isn't forever And its NOT THE WEATHER Hand me my leather Acoustic piano, vocal, sampled strings - Tori Amos Guitar - Jef Scott Recorded by John Beverly Jones Assisted by Leslie Ann Jones Produced by Davitt Sigerson