France
The Libertines
Letra

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



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