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
And 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 a lot of 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 again, and again,
and again, and again...
Oh, how I'd love to go to Paris again, and again, and again,
and again, and again...
Mr. 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 you had to miss
Because your friend kept cutting her wrists
Hyperpoliticised, sexual trysts
"Oh, I think my boyfriend's a nihilist"
I said "Hey kids, we're all just the same,
What a shame"
Ya know, how I'd love to go to Paris again, and again, and
again, and again, and again...
And how I'd love to go to Paris again, and again, and again,
and again, and again...
Oh, stop being an arsehole
And counting my eye rolls
And like pistols in the snow, uh-oh
Keeping a tab on my health
Man, you're putting me up on a shelf
"Well I believed 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 romanticising 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 again, and again,
and again...
And how I'd love to go to Paris again, and again, and again,
and again...
And how I'd love to go to Paris again, and again, and again,
and again...
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