I wake up in the morning with the evening in my eye By the time I get there it becomes apparent why All the voices singing to me like some sort of choir But you can't fight fire with a feeling of desire So I become a bubble bath for my sociopath But with the God-given right of the socialite She says she only thinks of love like a long weekend But she might jump in if I show her to the deep end 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 the past But if I wanna face the music then I only have to ask And she sings me while her nose is always sitting round the fire And there ain't no feeling like a feeling of desire 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 until I'm already out there 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 It makes my head It makes me It makes me It makes me It makes me