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 favourite 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
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 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