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
