The Primrose Path

This is the end of the night
No one's on the floor
No more records will spin now
No more will they pour
They're cashing up and calling cabs
We must go
The Sun is about to come up
Take me home

Let's go via Turkish cafe
They're open all night
Falafel wrap with hummus
Baklava and a Sprite
You've turned into a panda bear
We must go
The Sun is about to come up
Take me home

I'll be good to you
On the primrose path
And we'll forget I am a sociopath
I will buy you things
Cry at Lion King
And I'll try not break your sweet neck
I'll be good to you
On the primrose path
And we'll forget I am a sociopath
I will buy you things
Cry at Lion King
And I'll try not break your sweet neck, angel