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 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 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 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-a
Your eyes shone like pearls
All over the world