Nicola Roberts - Sticks and Stones Lyrics, Video

Studio version of Sticks & Stones by Nicola Roberts, taken from Nicola's debut album Cinderella's Eyes.

Nicola Roberts - Sticks and Stones Lyrics:

Couldn’t You Tell Lies To Me?
Couldn’t You Say I’m Pretty?
Now That’s Enough
Tells Me That She Hates The Play Ground
How Can They Hurt, Words Are Just Sounds
So Take Your Shot.

I Don’t Want To See That They’re Making It Hard For Me
At Home I Cry
Bet That You Think That You’re On Your Own
And You’ve No One’s Hand To Hold
Sticks And Stones
Hurt Just A Little
Wouldn’t It Be Wrong If We’re All The Same?
Don’t Surrender Don’t You Change
Sticks And Stones
Hurt Just A Little

With All The Mean Words They’re Ugly
Starting To See I’m Lucky
And That’s Enough
I’d Rather Be Alone In My World
I’d Rather Be The Girl That Gets Hurt
So Take Your Shot

I Don’t Want To See That They’re Making It Hard For Me
At Home I Cry
Bet That You Think That You’re On Your Own
And You’ve No One’s Hand To Hold
Sticks And Stones

Hurt Just A Little
Wouldn’t It Be Wrong If We’re All The Same
Don’t Surrender Don’t You Change
Sticks And Stones
Hurt Just A Little

Too Young To Buy My Own Bottle Of Vodka
So I’d Beg The Driver Please I Need Another
How Funny That I Was Too Young For So Many Things
Yet You Thought I’d Cope With Being Told I’m Ugly
Over And Over I’d Read It Believe It
Said No To The Shrink I Can Fix Me I Think
I Got Friends In My Head They’ve Got Me On The Mend
I Am Pretty In My Mirror, Easy To Pretend
17 And Thought That I’d Won The Jackpot
Seems I Didn’t Read Between The Lines Of This One
I Can’t Think Why I Could Of Made You So, So Angry
Your Bullets I Don’t Feel Them Come On And Fire At Me

Bet That You Think That You’re On Your Own
And You’ve No One’s Hand To Hold
Sticks And Stones
Hurt Just A Little
Wouldn’t It Be Wrong If We’re All The Same
Don’t Surrender Don’t You Change
Sticks And Stones
Hurt Just A Little
Hurt Just A Little

Nicola Roberts - Lucky Day Lyrics, Video

Nicola performing at Radio City Live :)

Nicola Roberts - Lucky Day Lyrics:

could it my, could it be my,
could it be my lucky day.

i like a phone call,
i like to hear something like this.
woah, woah, woah, woah.

a conversation,
that maybe leads into a kiss.(aha)
mwoah, mwoah, mwoah, mwoah.

aah, say that you love me,
say that you need me too.
best you ever had.

it could be so easy,
for you to please me, baby.
so how come you tease me?

you told me so what do you say?
all you gonna take is not a opportunity.
won't you give it to me, because you've got what i want.
maybe it's my lucky day.
just like the first spark,
and watch the fireworks explode.
boom boom, baby.

you've got a fast car,
so why the hell we driving slow?
zoom, zoom, zoom me.
kisses on my pillow,
i've hundreds of those, though.
i want something more.

so congratulations,
it's not the occasion they went.
i get my way.

you told me so what do you say?
all you gonna take is not a opportunity.
won't you give it to me, because you've got what i want.
maybe it's my lucky day.

uhu, ow.
gonna be my lu-uh-uh-uh
my lucky da-ay, my lucky day.
what do you say?
all you gonna take is not a opportunity.
just give it to me, because you've got what i want.
maybe it's my lucky day, my, my lucky day

could it my, could it be my,
could it be my lucky day.(day, day, day, maybe it's my lucky day)

you told me so what do you say?
all you gonna take is not a opportunity.
won't you give it to me, because you've got what i want.
maybe it's my lucky day.

my day, day, day, maybe it's my lucky day.

Nicola Roberts - Disco, Blisters & A Comedown Lyrics

Nicola Roberts - Disco, Blisters & A Comedown Lyrics:

bruises, in my mind
i cant get my head off the pillow, check the bed am i still single
i look like pantomime, checking photos on my phone and how the hell did i get home?
4am im hailing down the he said i live too fast, still need for double charge
2am i think i am gaga, maybe ive gone too far, im dancing on the bar

disco, blisters and a comedown, all i got to show now
from my friday night, oh, why, why?
do the lights on the make the sky a less its looking like john prescott

lipstick and my keys, bottle and a straw and im working down my door
i got my music, in my room
rollers in my head and my babys on the way
fight the my top shop for this
i sent my best man home look like shes been
thursday night, theres only one more sleep
they better get some rest, my little dancing queen

disco, blisters and a comedown, all i got to show now
from my friday night, oh, why, why?
do the lights on the make the sky a less its looking like john prescott

every sunday morning, outside a little
i cant help but wondering, it keeps me ticking
and i can hear it calling, the heavy base line
every god damn morning, morning

disco, blisters and a comedown, all i got to show now
from my friday night, oh, why, why?
do the lights on the make the sky a less its looking like john prescott
disco, blisters and a comedown, all i got to show now
from my friday night, oh, why, why?
do the lights on the make the sky a less its looking like john prescott.