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
thursday
think
still
single
wondering
prescott
pillow
photos
pantomime
outside
working
queen
morning
maybe
dancing
sleep
every
looking
rollers
night
checking
ticking
fight
bottle
blisters
bruises
straw
charge
friday
music
double
phone
hailing
comedown
better
calling
keeps
check
lipstick
disco
heavy
lights
sunday
little
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