Paris

She said hello, she was letting me know

We share friends in Soho

She's a pain in the nose

I'm a pain in women's clothes

You're a walking overdose in a great coat

And so she wrote a plan for it on the back of a fag packet

She had to leave because she couldn't hack it

Not enough noise and too much racket

I think I've spent all my money and your friends, oh

But how I'd love to go to Paris again

And how I'd love to go to Paris again

Mr. Serotonin Man, lend me a gram

You call yourself a friend?

I've got two left feet and I'm starting to cheat

On my girlfriend again

I caught her picking her nose

As the crowd cheered for an overdose

And I don't suppose you know where this train goes

There was a party that she had to miss

Because her friend kept cutting her wrists

Hyper-politicized sexual trysts

Oh, I think my boyfriend's a nihilist

As I said: Hey kids! we're all just the same, what a shame

You know, how I'd love to go to Paris again

And how I'd love to go to Paris again

Oh stop being an arsehole

And counting my eye rolls

There like piss holes in the snow

Uh oh

Keeping a tab on my health

Man you're putting me up on a shelf

Well I'll believe you're clean

But only by seeing your face for myself

And then she pointed at the bag of her dreams

In a well posh magazine

I said: I'm done, babe I'm out of the scene

But I was picking up from Bethnal Green

She said I'd been romanticizing heroin

And oh how I'd love to go to Paris, to Paris again

And how I'd love to go to Paris again

And how I'd love to go to Paris again

And how I'd love to go to Paris again