Queen Victoria

Words: Leonard Cohen Queen Victoria, My father and all his tobacco loved you, I love you too in all your forms, the slim and lovely virgin floating among German beer, 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, 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, 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