Lyrics
I ll be good to you, on the primrose path
the turkish cafe
they re cashing up and calling cabs
they re cashing up and calling cabs
on the primrose path
No one s on the floor, i ll be good to you
the turkish cafe
cry in lion king
You ve a turned into a panda bear, they re open all night
no one s on the floor
take me home
On the primrose path, and we ll forget i am a sociopath
i ll be good to you
Cry in lion king, no more will they pour
the sun is about to come up
Cry in lion king, this is the end of the night
no one s on the floor
cry in lion king
Baklava and a sprite, and we ll forget i am a sociopath
This is the end of the night, and we ll forget i am a sociopath
and i ll try not break your sweet neck
on the primrose path
Baklava and a sprite, cry in lion king, take me home
no more will they pour
they re open all night
Baklava and a sprite, cry in lion king
you ve a turned into a panda bear
baklava and a sprite
Take me home, no more records will spin now Path, take me home
Take me home, and i ll try not break your sweet neck, cry in lion king
baklava and a sprite
They re cashing up and calling cabs, they re cashing up and calling cabs
Cry in lion king, no more records will spin now, take me home
Baklava and a sprite, take me home The, falafel wrap with hummus
Falafel wrap with hummus, this is the end of the night, i will buy you things
Cry in lion king, no more records will spin now
you ve a turned into a panda bear
On the primrose path, take me home Jonathan, baklava and a sprite
I will buy you things, i will buy you things
The sun is about to come up, and we ll forget i am a sociopath
You ve a turned into a panda bear, baklava and a sprite
The sun is about to come up, the sun is about to come up, they re cashing up and calling cabs
I will buy you things, baklava and a sprite
I ll be good to you, i ll be good to you
The sun is about to come up, and we ll forget i am a sociopath, the sun is about to come up
I will buy you things, falafel wrap with hummus
Cry in lion king, i ll be good to you
Take me home, take me home
On the primrose path, no more will they pour
They re cashing up and calling cabs, i ll be good to you, cry in lion king
no more will they pour
And we ll forget i am a sociopath, and we ll forget i am a sociopath
I ll be good to you, baklava and a sprite Primrose, i ll be good to you
this is the end of the night
This is the end of the night, the sun is about to come up
take me home
And we ll forget i am a sociopath, i will buy you things
On the primrose path, and we ll forget i am a sociopath Jonathan, and we ll forget i am a sociopath
No one s on the floor, they re open all night, the turkish cafe