Hey Victoria, do you still hide my letters
Under the mattress you lay on with him?
Do you even remember putting them there?
I'd say probably not.
But I'm here, and I'm writing by the light of the candle
That I once used when I'd write you.
Oh, Victoria, the girl in the flowered dress;
It seems you've forgotten; is this some kind of test?
And if so, I hope I'm doing well.
And on the fourth of July while I sit and cry,
You and Mr. Wonderful can have the time of your lives.
Oh, Victoria, did you have a good time in France?
Hey, don't worry, 'cause nothing's going to change you said.
Words in the wind, well, they certainly do seem easy.
Eight months, now, I've been waiting for you to come around.
Beating my head against the wall; you never believed me.
Why would you worry? Why would you worry?
All in all, I'd still say thank you. You showed me a life I never knew.
All in all, I'd still say I love you. All in all, I surrender.
All in all.
