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 M-109
I choked as I watched the bus go, oh, oh
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
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