Paris

She said, "Hello" She was letting me know We share friends in Soho She is 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 'cause she couldn't hack it Not enough noise and too much racket "I think I've spent all my money and your friends, oh" Oh, how I'd love to go Paris again (And again, and again, and again, and again) And how I'd love to go Paris again (And again, and again, and again, and again) (And again, and again, and again) Mister Serotonin Man, lend me a gram You call yourself a friend? "I've got two left feet, and I'm startin' 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-politicised sexual trysts "Oh, I think my boyfriend's a nihilist" As I said, "Hey kids, we're all just the same, what a shame" And oh, how I'd love to go Paris again (And again, and again, and again, and again) And how I'd love to go Paris again (And again, and again, and again, and again) (And again, and again, and again) "Oh, stop bein' an arsehole and countin' my eye rolls" "They're like piss holes in the snow, uh oh" Keepin' 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 on Bethnal Green She said I'd been romanticising heroin And oh, how I'd love to go Paris, Paris again (And again, and again, and again, and again) And how I'd love to go Paris again (And again, and again, and again, and again) And how I'd love to go Paris again (And again, and again, and again, and again) And how I'd love to go Paris again (And again, and again, and again, and again) (And again, and again, and again)