"France" lyrics

The ideal girl,
In London from France
Came Over and left me,
She left me entranced.
Now I have to get by,
Once again on my own,
Nothing but... memories.

See i remember your eyes,
In their dark shade of brown,
While these blue eyes of mine,
They stay closed.
I kissed you goodby on the M-109
I choked as I watched the bus go, oh-oh

[Instrumental chorus]

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 na-a-ame