Disco Blisters and a Comedown Songtext
von Nicola Roberts

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


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


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...
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