Frida Was blinded by the headlights Her ankles were dancing With the cobbles on the floor She was flying Above the Seel Street nightlife And then Frida She flew through the blue door Head spinning, you're getting vodka on the walls Hair's thinning, you can smell the bleach through the floors It's four in the morning and your friends have left your side Why are these nosebleed nights out the only joy that you can find? Frida Woke to the bellyache of hunger Hungry for something To satisfy her craving 'Cause she put liquor in her coffee When she begged to be teetotal And back to Friday night she submits to her mistakes Head spinning when you say no to the call Dirty bedding, fever set in, giving up because It's Friday night and the end of your mistakes As the stakes are heating up No more gifts 'cause guilt's a taker When all I want is a chance to save her I called Frida for a favour But she was hooked on the poison I had gave her It's four in the morning and your friends have left your side Why are these nosebleed nights out the only joy that you can find? Another joy ride on the wrong side of the road Getting older and it's happening alone Need a needle but it means another night Selling souls to the fathers as a vice 'cause I called Frida For a favour She was hooked on the poison I had gave her