The ideal girl, In London from France Came Over than left me, She left me entranced. Now I have to get by, Once again on my own, Nothing but... memories.
See i remember your eyes, In their dark shade of brown, While these blue eyes of mine, They stay closed. I kissed you goodby on the M-109 I choked as I watched the bus go, oh-oh
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Choking and smoking to your angelic soul, Choking and smoking myself into a hole, where the only way out is to sleep and to dream, and to cry... out your na-a-ame