Laylow

If you're looking for somewhere to go, for an aftershow
You like it smoky
There's a lovely little place I know, and it is called Laylow
It ain't no jokey

Laylow, sanctuary
No one can see behind the door
Laylow, haven of dreams
They've got Cara Delevingne and Rita Ora

Laylow

With the paparazzi on your tail, you fancy egg of quail
And you are thirsty
Duck into a welcoming embrace, where the food is ace
And the bubbly's bursty

Laylow, sanctuary
No one can see behind the door
Laylow, haven of dreams
They've got both the Delevingnes and Rita Ora

Laylow

When the great unwashed in this old town, start to get you down
Leave me alone, ay
Let the doorman bring their night to an end, while you just pretend
To be on the phone, ay

Laylow, sanctuary
No one can see behind the door
Laylow, haven of dreams
They've got all the Delevingnes and Rita Ora

Laylow

Laylow

Lay...
(This is the refall in seven seconds)
(Now, let me go)
(Here comes the rocket)
(Why can't you even run the seals?)
(Oh, Jabad, question this office, fuckin' rocket fill 'em)