The ideal girl
To 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
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
