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
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 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
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 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
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 Laylow
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 Laylow
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 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)