Paris

She said “hello”

She was letting me know

And we shared friends in soho

She’s a pain in the nose

I’m a pain in women’s clothes

And you’re a walking overdose in a grey coat

And so she wrote a plan for it

On the back of a fag packet

She had to leave cuz she couldn’t hack it

Well not enough noise and too much racket

I think

I’ve spent

All my money and your friends, oh

And how i’d love to go to paris again

And how i’d love to go to paris again

Well mr. serotonin man

Lend me a gram

You call yourself a friend

I’ve 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

And oh stop being asshole

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’ll believe you’re clean

But only by seeing your face for myself

Well then she pointed at the bag of her dreams

In a well posh magazine

I said i’m done, babe, im 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 and 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