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 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