Disco, Blisters & A Comedown (Roberts Nicola)

Bruises, in my mind I can't get my head off the pillow, check the bed am I still single Look like pantomime, checking photos on my phone and how the hell did I Get home? 4am I'm hailing down a cab he said I live too fast, still need for double Charge 2am I think I am gaga, maybe I've gone too far, I'm dancing on the bar Disco, blisters and a comedown, all I got to show now From my friday night out, why, why, why? Do the lights in the kebab shop make this guy look less hot he's looking like john prescott Lipstick and my keys, bottle and a straw and I'm working on my doorI got my music, in my room Rollers in my hair and my favourite underwear 5pm my top shop orders here I sent my best friend home looks like she's been turned on Thursday night, there's only one more sleep They better get some rest, my little dancing feet Disco, blisters and a comedown, all I got to show now From my friday night out, why, why, why? Do the lights in the kebab shop make this guy look less hot he's looking like john prescott Every sunday morning, I died a little I can't help but want it, it keeps me ticking And I can hear it calling, the heavy base line Every god damn morning, morning Disco, blisters and a comedown, all I got to show now From my friday night out, why, why, why? Do the lights in this kebab shop make this guy look less hot, he's looking like john prescott Disco, blisters and a comedown, all I got to show now From my friday night out, why, why, why? Do the lights in the kebab shop make this guy look less hot he's, looking like john prescott