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

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

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.

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