[Verse 1]
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?

[Pre-Chorus]
4 am, I'm hailing down a cab
He said I live too fast
Only for double charge
2 am, 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 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

[Verse 2]
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
In my favourite underwear
[Pre-Chorus]
5pm, my Topshop order's here
I sent my best friend home
Look like she's been tango'd
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 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

[Bridge]
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]
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
[Chorus]
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