Oh Victoria, you better hurry up
Because you live in Victorian London
And you know that these night streets
Are not safe with men like me
Oh Victoria, you better hurry up
Silently I move through the streets
But they will never catch me
And I know you’re the forgiving kind
The type who sees good in every pair of eyes
And I swear I won’t do it again
But I’m just so bad, just so bad at promises
Oh Victoria, you better hurry up