Christina
by Gorky`s Zygotic Mynci
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 gonna see ya,
Playing the part of a 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 living
If we can't be together ?
I'm coming 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 (x2)
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 gonna see ya,
Playing the part of a 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 living
If we can't be together ?
I'm coming 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 (x2)