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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, ah
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 Bel-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 Bel-Air home
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 Bel-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
Aa-aa-aah aa-aa-aa-aa-aah aah aa-aa-aa-aah aa-aa-aah
Christina, I saw you in a magazine, ah
Your eyes shone like pearls
All over the world
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