Victoria's Secret (Continued)

Victoria’s Secret (Continued)
(Lyrics and Music by Kaz & Freddie Bryan)

Victoria’s Secret, Vicky’s little secret, Oh Lord

Now she’s drinking champagne chilled on ice
And them a give me this cold bowl of rice
Soon them a tell me it’s my time to go
So I am telling you so someone know

Please give best regards to my dear good Mom
And tell her that I did not kill that old man
If they ever let me out of this place
Then they will never again see my face

I’d run to my amigos down in Mexico
Then again, that’s not the place to go
Since them all a come cross the border, whoa

Maybe some place like England France or Sweden
Or I will run away to me friends in Japan
Maybe even better some place I know
Down to Jamaica, my home, sweet home

Yes, I ya’ mon, was born in JA Kingston town
I am the proud son of Pearl and Fred _-_-_-_-_
This is how me know how fi’ sing a Reggae song
Ma’ Father use to tell son sing, sing along

The “Time To Be Happy” fa’ me is gone
That was my Father’s number one song

Vicky’s little secret, oh yeah
Victoria’s Secret, oh Lord
Vicky’s little secret, yeah
Victoria’s Secret, yeah

My sista Trevy saw it from a mile
And Jackie said she saw dishonesty in Vicky's eyes
Oh why oh why could I not see through all that woman's lies