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 N109 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. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.