Libertines (The)
France
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 in that fine 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
From Letras Mania