Disco, Blisters & A Comedown Lyrics - Singles - 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? 

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 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 

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 

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