Christina

Sad treacle, she’s sweet but sad
Sad treacle, drove oh so mad
All those letters she never phoned
Sad treacle left me all alone…
Christina…
I saw you in a magazine-a
Your eyes shone like pearls
All over the world
I can’t wait next time I’m goin' to see ya,
Playing the part of pretty ballerina
What a way to carry on
You’re one minute cold
Next you’re leading me on
With me all alone
And you in your Bell Air home
Christina…
I love you madly
Can’t you see when I look to the stars
I’m a superstar
And what’s the point of you living
If we can’t be together?
I’m coming on to shoot you
The sooner the better
What a way to carry on
You’re one minute cold
Next you’re leading me on
With me all alone
And you in your Bell Air home
Saw your last interview
You’ve better things to do
And now that you’re gone
I’ll always be with you
Well, you say I’m to blame
I was fed by you
Well, you say I’m to blame
I was fed by you
Christina…
I saw you in a magazine-a
Your eyes shone like pearls
All over the world