I thought it was you and your optimist's view of the clock    And how it's always another day    Just after twelve o'clock's struck    You said "Now I only want you so I don't have to promise"    But tiny children in grown-up clothes whispered all the Crimes of Paris       You're not the girl next-door or a girl from France    Or the cigarette-girl in the sizzle hot-pants    All the words of love seem cruel and crass    When you're tough and transparent as armoured glass    You're everywhere girl in an everyday mess    Who'll pay for the Crimes of Paris       I heard that you fell for the "Hell or to Hammersmith Blues"    In the tiny torn up pieces of his mind he's irresistible too    Now it's hard to say now if he's only stupid or smart    When he crawled through the door    And poured out more of his creeping-Jesus heart       You're not the girl next-door or a girl from France    Or the cigarette-girl in the sizzle hot-pants    All the words of love seem cruel and crass    When you're tough and transparent as armoured glass    You're everywhere girl in an everyday mess    Who'll pay for the Crimes of Paris       And it's all here and now    She hit him with that paper-weight Eiffel Tower    And I tried to hold on to you but I don't know how    And I find it hard to swallow good advice    Like going down three times to only come up twice       She's so convenient, he's always stiff as hair-lacquer    It's hard to discover now he's in love with her    It was her way of getting her own back    You never did anything she couldn't do on her own    You're as good as your word and that's no good to her    You'd better leave that kitten alone       You're not the girl next-door or a girl from France    Or the cigarette-girl in the sizzle hot-pants    All the words of love seem cruel and crass    When you're tough and transparent as armoured glass    You're everywhere girl in an everyday mess    Who'll pay for the Crimes of Paris