Of a lady in England
Oh Victoria Pryce!
What a price to pay
As land a victory
As be her victor?
For money and love
World around moves
Aint have the former
Lots of the latter
Better it were both
Was me an alchemist
To change my chemistry
Into a mystery mission
To her home in Midlands
Being not, oh misery!
Oh unwise foolish love
You wild brute force
Why a too married lady
With kids too
Be your loyal object?
