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