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...