Disco Blisters And A Comedown Lyrics & Chords By Nicola Roberts
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 a.m. I'm hailing down a cab,
He says I live too fast
Still need for double charge.
2 a.m. 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 this 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 door.
I've got my music, in my room.
Rollers in my hair
In my favourite underwear.
5 p.m. my Topshop orders here,
I sent my best friend home,
Looks 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've 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.
Every sunday morning,
I die 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've 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've 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.
