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
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 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
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 With me all alone
 And you in your Bell Air home
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 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
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 I was fed by you
 Well, you say I'm to blame
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 I was fed by you
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 Christina...
 I saw you in a magazine-a
 Your eyes shone like pearls
 All over the world