Bruises, in my mind..
I cant get my head off the pillow, check the bed am I still single..
I look like pantomime, checking photo's on my phone and how the hell did I get home?

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2am 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..
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5pm my Topshop order's here, I sent my best friend home, looks like she's been Tango'd

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Why do the lights in the kebab shop make this guy look less hot?
He's looking like John Prescott

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