Paris (Live From The O2, London. 16.12.16)

She said hello, she was 'letting me know' We shared friends in Soho She is a pain in the nose I'm a pain in women's clothes 'You're a walking overdose in a great coat' So she wrote a plan for it on the back of a fag packet She had to leave cause 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, And again, and again, and again, and again... Oh, how I'd love to go to Paris again, And again, and again, and 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 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 Hyperpoliticised, 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 again, and again, and again, and again... And how I'd love to go to Paris again, And again, and again, and again, and again..." Oh, stop being an arsehole And counting my eye rolls They're like pissholes in the snow, uh-oh Keeping a tab on my health Man, you're putting me up on a shelf "Well I believed 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've been romanticising 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 again, and again, and again... And how I'd love to go to Paris Again, and again, and again, and again... And how I'd love to go to Paris Again, and again, and again, and again...