Saturday Night Fever, Sunday Morning Regret

Neon lights, heels so high, Struttin’ in like a disco butterfly. Champagne bubbles, feelin’ divine, Danced on a table, lost track of time. DJ spins, I twirl, I glow, Last night’s a blur, but the vibe was whoa! My feet say stop, but my heart says go, Oh no, oh no, it’s outta control! Ooooh, Saturday night, I was dancing so free! Now it’s Sunday morning, and regret’s got me! Mascara’s runnin’, my phone is gone, I swore I’d behave, but here we are—wrong! (Oh no! Oh no!) What did I do? (Too late! Too late!) Can’t undo! Ohhh, Saturday night, I was queen of the scene, Now I’m a mess in my torn-up jeans! Woke up late with one shoe on, My lipstick’s on—but my phone is gone. Check my texts—oh dear lord, Did I confess my love to a man named Bjorn?! Uber receipts, my bank account cries, Glitter’s still stuck in my actual eyes. I swore last week, “I’ll take it slow,” But disco beats just won’t let me go! Ooooh, Saturday night, I was dancing so free! Now it’s Sunday morning, and regret’s got me! Last night, a queen, now I need some fries, Sunglasses on, just hiding my eyes! (Oh no! Oh no!) What did I do? (Too late! Too late!) Can’t undo! Ohhh, Saturday night, I was queen of the scene, Now I’m a meme in my torn-up jeans! One day I’ll learn, I’ll take it slow, Sip on water, say no to FOMO. But when that mirrorball starts to shine, I know I’ll be back on the floor in no time! Ooooh, Saturday night, I was dancing so free! Now it’s Sunday morning, and regret’s got me! I’ll do it again, I won’t pretend, Disco’s forever—no shame to defend! (Oh yeah! Oh yeah!) Life’s too short! (Let’s go! Let’s go!) Dance some more! Ohhh, Saturday night, I was queen of the scene, And next week, baby, I’ll do it again! Okay, but seriously… who’s Bjorn?