Текст песни 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

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 woah woah 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 and my favourite underwear

5 PM my topshop order's here
I sent my best friend home, look like she's been tan goldNicola Roberts - Disco, Blisters & A Comedown - http://ru.motolyrics.com/nicola-roberts/disco-blisters-and-a-comedown-lyrics.html
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 woah woah why
Do the lights in the kebab shop make this guy look less hot
He's looking like John Prescott

Every sunday morning, I try a little
I can't help but wondering, 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 woah woah 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 woah woah why
Do the lights in the kebab shop make this guy look less hot
He's looking like John Prescott