Letra de 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