Nicola Roberts - Disco, Blisters & A Comedown lyrics

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?

4 am, I'm hailing down a cab
He said I live too fast
Only for double charge
2 am, 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 down 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
Look like she's been tango'd
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 bass 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 the 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