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 [Chorus:] 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 And my favourite underwear 5pm my topshop order's here I sent my best friend home Look like shes been tan gold Thursday night, there's only one more sleep They better get some rest My little dancing feet [Chorus] [Bridge:] 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 ba** line Every god damn morning, morning [Chorus] (2x)