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She said hello, she was letting me know We share friends in Soho She's a pain in the nose I'm a pain in women's clothes 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 And how I'd love to go to Paris again
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" As 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
Oh stop being an arsehole And counting my eye rolls There 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
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'd 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
