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 in that unique shade of brown
While these blue eyes of mine they stay closed
I kissed you goodbye on the M109
I choked as I watched the bus go
I'm choking and smoking to your angelic soul
I'm choking and smoking myself into a hole
Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream
And to cry out your name
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 in that unique shade of brown
While these blue eyes of mine they stay closed
I kissed you goodbye on the M109
I choked as I watched the bus go
I'm choking and smoking to your angelic soul
I'm choking and smoking myself into a hole
Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream
And to cry out your name