The Queen and Me

Queen Victoria My father and all his tobacco loved you I love you too in all your forms The slim and lovely virgin anyone would lay The white figure floating among German beers The mean governess of the huge pink maps The solitary mourner of a prince Queen Victoria I am cold and rainy I am dirty as a glass roof In a train station I feel like an empty cast iron exhibition I want ornaments on everything I want ornaments on everything Because my love, she gone with other boys Queen Victoria Do you have a punishment under the white lace Will you be short with her And make her read those little Bibles Will you spank her with a mechanical corset I want her pure as power I want her skin slightly musty with petticoats Will you wash easy bidet out of her head? Queen Victoria I'm not much nourished by modern love Will you come into my life With your sorrow and your black carriages And your perfect memories Let us be two severe giants Who discolour test tubes in the halls of Science Who turn up unwelcome at every World's Fair Confusing the star-dazed tourists With our incomparable sense of loss With our incomparable sense of loss With our incomparable sense of loss Because my love, she gone with other boys Queen Victoria The Twentieth Century belongs to you and me