I´m counting the habits you made me break
I´m counting the drugs you won´t let me take
I´m counting my friends you won´t let me see

I´ve had enough, you never give me anything
Don´t you know love goes home to Paris in the spring?

Adding up the odds, I´ve waited for you
I´m counting the calls that never came through
I´m counting my friends you melted away
I´m counting the times you came for a day

I´ve had enough, you never give me anything
Don´t you know love goes home to Paris in the spring?