The Ideal girl in London from France Came over then left me She left me entranced Now I have to get by once again on my own Nothing but memories
So I remember your eyes that unique shade of brown While these blue eyes of mine they stay closed I kissed you goodbye On the N109 I choked as I watched the bus go
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 name.