Victoria

Oh Victoria, you're bleeding me dry; I'll never have the bank account to keep you satisfied oh Victoria, I'm running out of time To get what I need to get to you while I am still alive 'Cause all the girls I fall in love with move to the West Coast, you see The venues and the tea houses are haunted by their memories They delete their old accounts and start up ones for their new lives And I am left behind Oh Victoria, it's pearls before swine; They don't love you like I do. Not all of them combined oh Victoria, just take your hand in mine And we won't let those white collar criminals Make off with those reduced mortgage primes But every boy I fall in love with moves to the East Coast, you see They get jobs at Hydro-Québec and keep photos of their families Out on their Ashley Nightstands, living docile urban lives And I am left behind Oh Victoria, you're bleeding me dry; Keep coming back convinced "it'll be different this time" oh Victoria, don't make my compromise My morality for hydrated skin Everyone else I fall in love with moves to the Northwest Territories They visit once every seven months and get me high at the observatory Their scars and their tattoos tell a more interesting story than mine And I am left behind