Disco, Blisters & A Comedown

Bruises in my mind
I can't get my head off the pillow
Check the bed, am I still single?
I 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, he'll 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've 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 walking out my door
I got my music in my room
Rollers in my hair, in my favourite underwear
5pm, my Topshop order's here
I sent my best friend home
Looks like she's been tangoed
Thursday night, there's only one more sleep
They better get some rest, my little dancing feet
Disco, blisters and a comedown
All I've 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 bassline
Every god damn morning, morning
Disco, blisters and a comedown
All I've 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
Disco, blisters and a comedown
All I've 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