She said hello, she was letting me know We shared friends in Soho She is 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 a lot of 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 (again, again, again and again) Oh, how I'd love to go to Paris again (again, again, again and 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 she had to miss Because her 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 (again, again, again and again) And how I'd love to go to Paris again (again, again, again and again) Oh stop being an asshole And counting my eye rolls And like pistols falls in the snow Uh oh 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 (again, again, again and again) And how I'd love to go to Paris again (again, again, again and again) And how I'd love to go to Paris again (again, again, again and again) And how I'd love to go to Paris again (again, again, again and again)