The 1975 - Paris

      C - 010230
C/B - 010200
Ab - 010200
G - 010022
F - 010300

"Plucks" refer to;
C - pluck A string then strum up / down
C/B - pluck A string then strum up / down
Ab - pluck A string then strum up / down
G - pluck E string then strum up / down


[Verse 1]
                   F                   G
She said 'hello', she was letting me know
                          F            G
We share friends in Soho

She's a pain in the nose
F                   G
And I'm a pain in women's clothes
                                   F            G
And you're a walking overdose in a great coat

[Pre Chorus]
 F                   G          
And so she wrote a plan for it on the back of a fag packet
 F                        G
She had to leave because she couldn't hack it
 
Not enough noise and too much racket
 F              G          
I think I've spent all my money and your friends


[Chorus]
F              G                       
Oh, how I'd love to go to Paris again
F              G                       
Oh, how I'd love to go to Paris again


[Verse 2]
             
Mr. Serotonin Man, lend me a gram
F                           G
You call yourself a friend?

I got two left feet and I'm starting to cheat
F                       G
On my girlfriend again

I caught her picking her nose
F                             G
As the crowd cheered for an overdose
                                           F          G
And I don't suppose you know where this train goes


[Pre Chorus]
F                           G
There was a party that she had to miss

Because her friend kept cutting her wrists
F                  G
Hyperpoliticized sexual trysts

Oh, I think my boyfriend's a nihilist
F             G               
I said, Hey kids, we're all just the same

What a shame


[Chorus]
F                 G                       
And oh, how I'd love to go to Paris again
F               G                     
And how I'd love to go to Paris again


[Verse 3]
                                      F               G
Oh stop being an arsehole and counting my eye rolls
                                      F         G
They're like piss holes in the snow - uh oh

Keeping a tab on my health
               F                 G
Man you're putting me up on a shelf

"Well I'll believe you're clean
                         F               G
But only by seeing your face for myself"

[Pre Chorus]
F                            G
And then she pointed at the bag of her dreams

In a well posh magazine
F                            G
I said "I'm done, babe. I'm out of the scene,"

But I was picking up on Bethnal Green
     F         G         
She said I've been romanticizing heroin


[Chorus]
F                 G               
And oh how I'd love to go to Paris, to Paris again
F               G                     
And how I'd love to go to Paris again
F               G                     
And how I'd love to go to Paris again
F               G                     
And how I'd love to go to Paris again