Interpret:

Nicola Roberts

Album:

Cinderella's Eyes

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?
4am I'm hailing down the he said I live too fast, 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 and a comedown, all I got to show now
From my friday night, oh, why, why?
Do the lights on the make the sky a less it's looking like john prescott


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 head and my babys on the way
Fight the my top shop for this
I sent my best man home look like shes been
Thursday night, there's only one more sleep
They better get some rest, my little dancing queen


Disco, blisters and a comedown, all I got to show now
From my friday night, oh, why, why?
Do the lights on the make the sky a less it's looking like john prescott


Every sunday morning, outside a little
I can't help but wondering, it keeps me ticking
And I can hear it calling, the heavy base line
Every god damn morning, morning


Disco, blisters and a comedown, all I got to show now
From my friday night, oh, why, why?
Do the lights on the make the sky a less it's looking like john prescott
Disco, blisters and a comedown, all I got to show now
From my friday night, oh, why, why?
Do the lights on the make the sky a less it's looking like john prescott.