Christina

Every time I think of you
A shot rings out like a bolt of blue
Every time I think of how we started
Half alive and hypnotized
By an icy prince with guilty eyes
We were only thirteen when it started
Sing hallelujah for the girls
Sing for their movies and their curls
Sing hallelujah for the girls
I like your lips and your open eyes
Your music and the way you cry
I think the picture’s Paris, France
You were wearing leather and a sideways glance
I like the way you’re stretching out that leather
You cut your arms, it made you calm
Being chased by ghosts really ain’t that fun
When you’re doing it for the money
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sing hallelujah for the girls
Sing for their movies and their curls
Sing hallelujah for the girls
Sing for their beauty and their world
I like your lips and your open eyes
Your music and the way you cry
Christina Ricci
Christina Ricci
Christina, whoa
Christina Ricci
Unimpressed, unlike the rest
A little angry but you confessed
And I think you’d like me just the same
If you could hear this song
And you knew my name