Paris
She said hello, she was letting me knowWe share friends in SohoShe's a pain in the noseAnd I'm a pain in women's clothesAnd you're a walking overdose in a great coat
And so she wrote a plan for it on the back of a fag packetShe had to leave because she couldn't hack itNot enough noise and too much racketI think I've spent all my money and your friends, oh
But how I'd love to go to Paris againOh, how I'd love to go to Paris again
Mr. Serotonin Man, lend me a gramYou call yourself a friend?I got two left feet and I'm starting to cheatOn my girlfriend againI caught her picking her noseAs the crowd cheered for an overdoseAnd I dont suppose you know where this train goesThere was a party that you had to missBecause your friend kept cutting her wristsHyperpoliticized sexual trysts"Oh, I think my boyfriend's a nihilist"I said "Hey kids we're all just the sameWhat a shame"
Ya know, how I'd love to go to paris againAnd how I'd love to go to Paris again
Oh stop being an assholeAnd counting my eye rollsThey're like piss holes in the snowUh ohKeeping a tab on my healthMan you putting me up on a shelfWell I'll believe you're cleanBut only by seeing your face for myself
And then she pointed at a bag of her dreamsIn a well posh magazineI said "I'm done, babe. I'm out of the scene,"But I was picking up from Bethnal GreenShe said I've been romanticizing heroinAnd oh how I'd love to go to Paris, to paris againAnd how I'd love to go to Paris againAnd how I'd love to go to Paris againAnd how I'd love to go to Paris again