Paris (Live from Madison Square Garden, New York, 07.11.22)

This song is, is one of my favorite ones
It's called "Paris"

She said hello, "Hello"
She was letting me know
We share friends in Soho, oh

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"

How I'd love to go to Paris again
(And again, and again, and again, and again)
How I'd love to go to Paris again
(And again, and again, and again, and again
And again, and again, and again)

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"
Where does this go?
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)
How I'd love to go to Paris again
It doesn't go anywhere (and again, and again, and again, and again)
I suppose it's a metaphor, it's like a metaphor
Or something

"Oh, stop bein' an arsehole and countin' my eye rolls"
"They're like piss holes in the snow, 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)
How I'd love to go to Paris again
(And again, and again, and again, and again)

How I'd love to go to Paris again
(And again, and again, and again, and again)
How I'd love to go to Paris again
(And again, and again, and again, and again)

Ah, man, this means so much to us
Thank you so much, man, fuck