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 good bye 

On the M109 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.