Bruises in my mind. I can’t get my head off the pillow. Check the bed am i still single?. I 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 said i live too far. Stung me for double charge. 2 a.m. 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’ve got to show now. From my friday night out. Why why  why do the lights in the kebap shop. Make this guy look less hot?. He’s looking like john prescott. Lipstick and my keys. Bottle and a straw. And i’m walking out my door. I got my music in my room. Rollers in my hair. In my favourite underwear. 5 pm my topshop order’s here. I sent 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 feet. (chorus). Disco blisters and a comedown. All i’ve got to show now. From my friday night out. Why why why do the lights in the kebap shop. Make this guy look less hot?. He’s looking like john prescott. (break down). 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 bass line. Every god damn morning morning.... (chorus)(2x). Disco blisters and a comedown. All i’ve got to show now. From my friday night out. Why why why do the lights in the kebap shop. Make this guy look less hot?. He’s looking like john prescott