Nicola Roberts - Disco, Blisters and A Comedown lyrics

rate me

Bruises, in my mind

I cant get my head off the pillow, check the bed am I still single

I look like pantomime, checking photo’s on my phone and how the hell did I get home?

4am I’m hailing down a cab, he said I live too fast, only 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 down my door

I got my music, in my room

Rollers in my hair and in my favourite underwear

Frive PM, my Topshop order's here

I send my best friend home

Looks like she’s been tangoed

Thursday night, there’s only one more sleep

They better get some rest, my little dancing queen

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, outside a little

I can’t help but wondering, 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.

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Thanks to Andrei

Thanks to Pirro Noir for correcting these lyrics