The 1975 - Live From The O2, London. 16.12.16

Let's do "Paris"

Hey!

She said, "Hello"

She was letting me know

We share 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

And 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)

And how I'd love to go to Paris again

(And again, and again, and again, and again)

(And again, and again, and again)

Hey, Mr. Serotonin Man, lend me a gram

You call yourself a friend?

"I've got two left feet, and I'm startin' 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-politicised sexual trysts

"Oh, I think my boyfriend's a nihilist"

As 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)

(And again, and again, and again)

"Oh, stop bein' an arsehole and countin' my eye rolls"

"They're like piss holes in the snow, uh oh" (uh oh)

Keepin' 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'd been romanticising heroin

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)

(You sing it)

And 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)

(And again, and again, and again)