Paris

She said hello, she was letting me know
We share friends in Soho
She's a pain in the nose
And 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 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
Oh, how I'd love to go to Paris 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 a pinky in 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
Hyperpoliticized 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 how I'd love to go to Paris again
Oh stop being an asshole
And counting my eye rolls
And like pistols falls in the snow
[?]
Keeping paying the tab on my half
Man you putting me up on a shelf
Well I believed you're clean
But only I've seen your fist for myself
And then she pointed at a 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