Paris

Written by：Matthew Healy/George Daniel/Adam Hann/Ross MacDonald

She said hello she was letting me know

We share friends in soho

She's 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 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

Oh how I'd love to go to Paris again

Mr ********* 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 you had to miss

Because your friend kept cutting her wrists

Hyperpoliticized ****** 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

And how I'd love to go to Paris again

Oh stop being an *******

And counting my eye rolls

And like pistols falls in the snow

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 ******

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