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
Christina, I saw you in a magazine, ah Your eyes shone like pearls All over the worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
