[Verse 1] I wake up in the morning with the evening in my eye And by the time I get there, it becomes apparent why All the voices singing to me, like some sort of choir That you can't fight fire with the feeling of desire So I become a bubble-bath for my sociopath With the God-given right of the socialite She said she only thinks of love like a long weekend But she might jump in if I show her to the deep end
[Chorus] Yeah And it makes my head feel like a nightclub It makes my head feel like a nightclub It makes my head feel like a nightclub It makes my head