She said hello, she was letting me know
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
But how I’d love to go to Paris again
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 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
Hyperpoliticized sexual trysts
“Oh, I think my boyfriend’s a nihilist”
I said “Hey kids, we’re all just the same, what a shame”
You know, how I’d love to go to Paris again
And how I’d love to go to Paris again
And counting my eye rolls
They’re like piss holes in the snow
Keeping a tab on my health
Man you putting me up on a shelf
We’ll believe you’re clean
But only by seeing your face for myself
And then she pointed at a bag of her dreams
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 how I’d love to go to Paris again
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