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
4 am, I'm hailing down a cab
He said I live too far
Stung me for double charge
2 am, I think I am Gaga
Maybe I've gone too far
I'm dancing on the bar
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
Every Sunday morning
I died a little
I can't help but want it
It keeps me ticking
And I could hear it calling
The heavy bass line
Every goddamn morning, morning
[Instrumental ]
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
4 am, I'm hailing down a cab
He said I live too far
Stung me for double charge
2 am, I think I am Gaga
Maybe I've gone too far
I'm dancing on the bar
सहगान
Disco blisters and a comedown
All I've got to show now
From the 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
All I've got to show now
From the 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
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
सहगान
Disco blisters and a comedown
All I've got to show now
From the 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
All I've got to show now
From the 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
Every Sunday morning
I died a little
I can't help but want it
It keeps me ticking
And I could hear it calling
The heavy bass line
Every goddamn morning, morning
[Instrumental ]
सहगान
Disco blisters and a comedown
All I've got to show now
From the 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
All I've got to show now
From the 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
सहगान
Disco blisters and a comedown
All I've got to show now
From the 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
All I've got to show now
From the 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
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