Disco, Blisters & A Comedown

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