Gimme Hell

"Gimme hell, gimme hell
Gimme hell", she said as she fell
Tongue tied, tongue tied
Tongue tied, she could never lie

So come on

So come on, little sugar
Let me get your soul
Dig deep crazy, like a success show
She can't bawl and she can't shout
And she can't bawl and fuck it out

So come on

Gimme hell, she gives me hell
I'm fucked up anyway
Oh, I've been good
And I've been mean
And I've been looking for a Coke machine

So come on

Yeah-yeah
So come on
Yeah-yeah
So come on
Yeah-yeah
So come on



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Writer(s): James Mcleish Reid, William Adam Reid
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