Nicola Roberts - Disco, Blisters & A Comedown | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Nicola Roberts
• Disco, Blisters & A Comedown

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 far
Still need for double charge

2AM I think I am Gaga
Maybe I've gone too far
I'm dancing on the bar

Disco, blisters & a comedown
All I've got to show now
From my Friday night out
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 walking out my door
I've got my music in my room
Rollers in my hair and my favorite underwear

5PM my Topshop order is here
I sent my best friend home
Looks like shes tangoed
Thursday night there's only one more sleep
They gotta get some rest
My little dancing feet

Disco, blisters & a comedown
All I've got to show now
From my Friday night out
Why do the lights in the 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 bass line
Every God damn morning morning

Disco, blisters & a comedown
All I've got to show now
From my Friday night out
Why do the lights in the kebab shop
Make this guy look less hot
He's looking like John Prescott

Nicola Roberts еще тексты