Victoria

Let me tell you about Victoria She's young, rich and beautiful She lives in Paris in a nice apartment I met her one day at the Tour Eiffel She often phones me, asks me to come I try to refuse, but I don't know how to do it When she says: 'ooh, je suis tombée amoureuse d'un type fomidable' I know this girl will never change She's got a sportscar, she drives me around Pays me a meal at Chez Maxim's Then she says: 'tu sais, je vais me marier' I smile and I eat my crêpe flambée This is the story of Victoria Honni soit qui mal y pense But though she's young, rich and beautiful I know I will never love her