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.
* Victoria, what kind of girl are you? Victoria, what kind of girl are you?
Oh you drive me crazy.
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.
