Paris

She said, "Hello", she was letting me know

We shared 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 friend's, oh

Oh, how I'd love to go to Paris again

Oh, how I'd love to go to Paris again

Mister Serotonin man, lend me a gram, you call yourself a friend?

I 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

I said, "Hey kids, we're all just the same, what a shame, and"

Oh, 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

They're 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 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've 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