The 1975 - Paris lyrics
[The 1975 - Paris lyrics]
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
"And you're a walking overdose
In a greatcoat"
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"
Oh, 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 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
Hyperpoliticized 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
"Oh, stop being an arsehole 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"
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 on 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
We share 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 greatcoat"
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"
Oh, 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 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
Hyperpoliticized 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
"Oh, stop being an arsehole 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"
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 on 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