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Still tough from the bar fight
You scream another
Screamin’ all night
And the ghouls at the next stall
I’m screamin’ jail
Screamin’ for more
I was doing, she was loud at dice
And just so pretty, but a boutta get high
There’s no one
Gonna save me
From you
I get no sympathy
No one
Could save me
From you
I get no sympathy
Tight jeans at a downtown club
You move your bosom outta love
Caught up in the wicked nights
But the truth is settin’ in your eyes
I was doing, she was loud at dice
Just so pretty, but a boutta get high
There’s no one
Gonna save me
From you
I get no sympathy
No one
Could save me
From you
I get no sympathy
I get no sympathy
I get no sympathy
(Guitar solo)
I was doing, she was loud at dice
Just so pretty, but a boutta get high
There’s no one
Gonna save me
From you
I get no sympathy
No one
Could save me
From you
I get no sympathy
No one
Gonna save me
From you
I get no sympathy
I get no sympathy
I get no sympathy
I get no sympathy
I get no sympathy
Written by: Chris Henry, Darcy Yates, Darren Glover, Dave Hayes
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