victor, fly me to stafford

This is the last song I write for you

This is the last night I think of you

Your name is Victor Ching, how do you do?

I phoned you this morning you couldn't hear me

I sent you letter you couldn't receive

It's my favorite game, but I have changed

It's too late to say I miss you Victor Ching

And you are on your way to Stafford in UK

I know it's too late to say I'm fond of you

You've got a girl from Singapore who you didn't like before

I love you when you no longer love me

I need you when you no longer need me

You wanted me, but you have changed already

It's too late to say I miss you Victor Ching

And you are on your way to Stafford in UK

I know it's too late to say I'm fond of you

You've got a girl from Singapore who you didn't like before