The primrose path

This is the end of the night
No ones on the floor
No more rad kids will spend now
No more will they pour
They're cashing up and calling cabs
We must go
The sun is about to come out
Take me home

Lets go via turkish cafe
They're open all night
Falaffel wrapped in hummus
A and a sprite

They'll turn up in a pound of it
We must go
The sun is about to come out
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
Cryin' lion king
And I'll try not break your sweetness

I'll be good to you on the primrose path
And we'll forget I am a sociopath
I will buy you things
Cryin' lion king
And I'll try not break your sweetness
Angel