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This is the story of Victoria Lee, |
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She started off on Percodan and ended up with me. |
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She lived in Berkeley 'til the earthquake shook her loose. |
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She lives in Texas now where nothin' ever moves. |
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Victoria you talk so low that no one else can hear, |
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Unless you point your megaphone directly at their ear. |
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This is the story of Victoria Lee, |
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She started on Rohypinol and ended up with me. |
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You'd like to think they're your friends, but they're not your friends, |
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And in the end a friend's the one you'll never know, oh don't you know? |
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You'd like to think you're groovy, it's your movie, you see through me, but it's true, |
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And in the end you'll know, Victoria don't go. Victoria, Victoria don't go. |
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This is the story of Victoria's heart, |
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You might think it's stupid, but I still think it's art. |
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She lost her lover to an accident at sea. |
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She pushed him overboard and ended up with me. |
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Victoria, you dance so fast that no one else can see. |
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Victoria I hope you use just one more dance for me. |
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This is the story of Victoria's heart. |
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It's a really big one, and I don't know where to start. |
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(Occasionally used on early versions of "Victoria Lee") |
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You'd like to think they're your friends, but they're not your friends, |
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And in the end a friend's the one you'll never know, oh don't you know? |
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You'd like to think you're groovy, it's your movie, you see through me, but it's true, |
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And in the end you'll know, Victoria don't go. Victoria, Victoria don't go. |
