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

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

She says that if I wanted romance I could find it in a path
But if I wanna face the music then I only have to ask
She sings me want to know as if we're sitting 'round the fire
And there ain't no feeling like the feeling of desire

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

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
So take me for a ride 'til the morning after
It makes my head

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ARNI HJORVAR ARNASON, FREDDIE CLAYTON COWAN, JUSTIN JAMES HAYWARD-YOUNG, PETER GARETH CHRISTOPHER ROBERTSON, TIM LANHAM, YOANN INTONTI