| Song | Paris Green |
| Artist | Babylon Zoo |
| Album | The Boy With The X-Ray Eyes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mann | |
| Everytime I breath I think of | |
| Everytime I sleep I | |
| Fashion dies with no respect | |
| I never want to be like you | |
| My poison colours never clash | |
| With my shiny, shiny shoes | |
| oh! | |
| Who will buy my old chanels, | |
| Who will buy my fake furs, | |
| I can't live without my slacks. | |
| On the catwalk it's a gas | |
| oh! | |
| Your bright colours they cloud my vision, | |
| Designer shirts they call this fashion, | |
| Insane robots parade in tandem. | |
| Don't make me sick, let me see you. | |
| Paris green, paris green | |
| Smile and say will you buy this, | |
| It's a world exclusive. | |
| To me the colours are the same | |
| And it's driving me insane. | |
| Oh! | |
| Who will buy my old chanels, | |
| Who will buy my fake furs, | |
| I can't live without my slacks. | |
| On the catwalk it's a gas. | |
| Oh! | |
| You're bright colours they cloud my vision, | |
| Designer shirts they call this fashion, | |
| Insane robots parade in tandem. | |
| Don't make me sick, let me see you | |
| Paris green, Paris green, | |
| Paris green, Paris green |
| zuo qu : Mann | |
| Everytime I breath I think of | |
| Everytime I sleep I | |
| Fashion dies with no respect | |
| I never want to be like you | |
| My poison colours never clash | |
| With my shiny, shiny shoes | |
| oh! | |
| Who will buy my old chanels, | |
| Who will buy my fake furs, | |
| I can' t live without my slacks. | |
| On the catwalk it' s a gas | |
| oh! | |
| Your bright colours they cloud my vision, | |
| Designer shirts they call this fashion, | |
| Insane robots parade in tandem. | |
| Don' t make me sick, let me see you. | |
| Paris green, paris green | |
| Smile and say will you buy this, | |
| It' s a world exclusive. | |
| To me the colours are the same | |
| And it' s driving me insane. | |
| Oh! | |
| Who will buy my old chanels, | |
| Who will buy my fake furs, | |
| I can' t live without my slacks. | |
| On the catwalk it' s a gas. | |
| Oh! | |
| You' re bright colours they cloud my vision, | |
| Designer shirts they call this fashion, | |
| Insane robots parade in tandem. | |
| Don' t make me sick, let me see you | |
| Paris green, Paris green, | |
| Paris green, Paris green |
| zuò qǔ : Mann | |
| Everytime I breath I think of | |
| Everytime I sleep I | |
| Fashion dies with no respect | |
| I never want to be like you | |
| My poison colours never clash | |
| With my shiny, shiny shoes | |
| oh! | |
| Who will buy my old chanels, | |
| Who will buy my fake furs, | |
| I can' t live without my slacks. | |
| On the catwalk it' s a gas | |
| oh! | |
| Your bright colours they cloud my vision, | |
| Designer shirts they call this fashion, | |
| Insane robots parade in tandem. | |
| Don' t make me sick, let me see you. | |
| Paris green, paris green | |
| Smile and say will you buy this, | |
| It' s a world exclusive. | |
| To me the colours are the same | |
| And it' s driving me insane. | |
| Oh! | |
| Who will buy my old chanels, | |
| Who will buy my fake furs, | |
| I can' t live without my slacks. | |
| On the catwalk it' s a gas. | |
| Oh! | |
| You' re bright colours they cloud my vision, | |
| Designer shirts they call this fashion, | |
| Insane robots parade in tandem. | |
| Don' t make me sick, let me see you | |
| Paris green, Paris green, | |
| Paris green, Paris green |